“Where’s Duan Jinyan? Was He Eaten By A Dog?”

"..."Shen Chuchen looked at her with a fake smile.

Duan Baoguo?

Such an ancient name made him think of a simple and honest boy carrying a ragged cloth bag and carrying a local product from the countryside.

Shen Chuchen's eyelids twitched involuntarily. He felt that his blood pressure was about to rise.

"Dad?"

Seeing that he did not make a sound, ye sang's blanket became tighter. She wrapped herself up like a silkworm and raised her head to look at him.

Shen Chuchen took a deep breath and raised his eyelids to look at ye sang for a few seconds. Finally, he cursed softly and said through gritted teeth, "Don't go to school tomorrow."

"I'll help you apply for a leave of absence for the teacher."

After a pause, Shen Chuchen said with a fake smile, "If I find out that you snuck out, I'll see if I can break that kid's legs."

Ye sang instinctively wrapped the blanket tighter.

She was like a silkworm baby.