'This little brat is going to be the death of me. I knew it. I never should have started this conversation. I was just asking for trouble... What did I do to deserve this?'
A moment later, Ms. Zhang Lihua stealthily opened the door and slipped inside. She sidled up next to her and sat down, looking like she was ready for a heart-to-heart.
Shen Huoshui raised an eyebrow slightly and tilted her head to look at her. "What is it, Ms. Zhang?"
Ms. Zhang's fingers twitched restlessly, as if they were itching. Her sharp gaze locked onto Shen Huoshui. "Little Lang, your teacher invited your father for a 'chat' yesterday, didn't they?"
Shen Lang said, "...Wasn't that because you weren't home?"
Ms. Zhang shot back, "Who told you I wasn't home? Your father?"
Shen Lang was completely unfazed. "Logically speaking, you're usually out grocery shopping at that time."
