"What?" Li Jingchen narrowed his eyes after hearing this.
Lu Wanwan thought he didn't hear clearly, so she simply picked up the net with her hands, stood on tiptoes, and said in his ear: "I hope you will give in to your son. His arms and knees are injured."
Li Jingchen was nervous for a moment: "What injury?"
Lu Wanwan said: "It's scratched my skin."
Li Jingchen calmed down: "...Is this considered an injury?"
Lu Wanwan asked: "What else counts?"
Li Jingchen said with a faint smile: "Just because he scratched his skin, you want me to let him go. Are you the referee like you?"
Lu Wanwan was afraid of being heard by An An, so he quickly said: "Speak less!"
Familiar, the more nervous she became, the more Li Jingchen wanted to tease her: "Wouldn't it be better for the referee to give me some benefits and let me admit defeat directly?"
Lu Wanwan said: "If you just admit defeat, An An will know that there is a ghost inside."
"It turns out that the referee wants me to play match-fixing." After a pause, Li Jingchen glanced at Lu Wanwan's lips with an explicit look: "I understand, you can start to bribe me."
Lu Wanwan beat him angrily.
Li Jingchen pretended to shout: "The referee hit someone."
Lu Wanwan put down his hand angrily and said angrily: "Do you have any sense of being an adult?"
Li Jingchen finally stopped teasing her: "My son didn't even cry out in pain, why are you anxious?"
Lu Wanwan said: "I feel bad."
Li Jingchen said: "The kindness of women."
"Yes, I am not as stone-hearted as you."
"A loving mother often loses her sons."
"Strict father...uh, strict father..." Lu Wanwan thought hard about the disadvantages of "strict father".
As a result, I heard Li Jingchen say: "A strict father produces a filial son."
"..." Lu Wanwan: I'm just so angry.
At this time, An An's voice came: "Mommy, I'm ready to rest. Have you finished talking?"
"Well, we're done talking." Lu Wanwan turned around and said to An An, not forgetting to remind Li Jingchen: "Put some water in."
After Li Jingchen gave her a meaningful look, he started the second half of the game.
As a result, this time, An An scored as soon as he served.
It was so easy that even Lu Wanwan, who didn't know how to play tennis, was dumbfounded.
With the sound of the little yellow ball hitting the ground on the opposite side, An An was shocked and said: "It's impossible, there's no way you can't even catch my serve!"
Lu Wanwan: "..."
She just asked Li Jingchen to release some water, but didn't ask him to directly open the gate to prevent floods!
If An An doesn't see the ghost in this, she will take Li Jingchen's last name!
"I didn't react for a moment, can't I?" Li Jingchen asked.
"Really?" An An suspiciously took out another ball from his trouser pocket and teed off like before.
Li Jingchen waved his racket, but didn't catch it.
An An frowned lightly: "What's wrong with you? Suddenly changed from Popeye to Myasthenia?"
Li Jingchen grabbed the grid of the tennis racket and said slyly: "You have to ask the referee about this."
"Referee?" An An was startled and looked at Lu Wanwan: "Mommy! What on earth is going on?"
Being stared at by the outstanding faces of Li Jingchen and An An, one big and one small, Lu Wanwan felt extremely stressed: "Ah... I suddenly remembered that I have to go to the treatment center today. It's almost time, so Mommy will leave first."