Song Zixuan raised his head and said, "Xiaozhe, just tell your mother that Father Song will buy you a lot of food later."
Zhong Xiaozhe shrugged, "I already have ten candy stores, I don't want the others." He said and left.
"In exchange for homework" Song Zixuan really had no choice but to say such words that damaged his father's image, but Zhong Xiaozhe was tempted.
"You mean to help me with my homework?" When he said this, Zhong Xiaozhe secretly glanced at Zhong Zhenzhen. She was chatting animatedly with Qin Hanliang and didn't notice him at all.
Song Zixuan nodded, "As long as you are willing to help me do this, everything is easy to discuss, and the homework is just a small case."
Zhong Xiaozhe didn't believe it. Adults always hated children who didn't do their homework. Just like before, Zhong Zhenzhen forced him to do it and threw all his toys out if he refused.
"Believe me." Song Zixuan's eyes were filled with sincerity. When he approached Zhong Xiaozhe, Zhong Xiaozhe took several steps back because Song Zixuan's face was so terrifying.
"Okay." Zhong Xiaozhe felt that doing this would actually bring him no loss. Anyway, he was just playing with toys, even at home.
He ran over and pulled Zhong Zhenzhen's clothes, "Mom, I'm sleepy, let's go home."
Qin Hanliang touched his face, "What? You don't like being with your godfather anymore?"
Zhong Xiaozhe didn't look at him and pulled Zhong Zhenzhen's clothes hard.
"Obey" Zhong Zhenzhen ordered him
Song Zixuan also helped: "It's getting late, so you'd better go back early."
Qin Hanliang looked at Song Zixuan and burst out laughing when he saw his red and swollen face, "Who can tell me how Song Zixuan's face became like this? It looks like a big butt."
"Is there any?" Zhong Zhenzhen looked back and saw that Zhong became like this just a moment later. She couldn't help but frown.
Qin Hanliang also noticed her abnormality, pushed her and said, "Go back."
"Then I'll go first." Zhong Zhenzhen picked up the bag and said to Zhong Xiaozhe, "Put away your toys and let's go home."
"Oh," Zhong Xiaozhe winked at Song Zixuan from behind, as if to say, I am still the best.
Song Zixuan couldn't laugh even if he wanted to. His face was so swollen that it hurt even if he moved.
In the car, Zhong Zhenzhen asked Song Zixuan, "How is his face?" If Qin Hanliang hadn't said it just now, she would never have noticed Song Zixuan's red and swollen face.