After a series of blame-shifting maneuvers, the two successfully got rid of the bag of beans.
He Zhu glanced at Zhao Hu, who was holding the beans with a tearless look, and sighed in relief for avoiding the disaster.
Inside the room, the Jiang father and son looked at the large plate of salt-baked green beans in front of them, equally tearless.
It just shows that human joys and sorrows are not the same!
They had just gotten into the car to head home when Jiang Lingxi's phone vibrated and rang before they even started, causing Zhao Hu to pause.
Shen Yunqing raised his hand to pull up the partition between the front and back seats.
The call was from Tong Yue.
She was resting now, so if it wasn't important, a message would suffice.
Since Tong Yue was calling directly, Jiang Lingxi figured it must be urgent or important, so she answered without much thought.
The moment she did, she heard Tong Yue's urgent and solemn voice, "Xiaoxi, your break time might have to be cut short."
