The voice was small but clear enough for Lin Weilin to hear distinctly.
Oh, you little brat...
You're thinking about changing dads just because of a simple disagreement!
You've wasted all my years of caring for you.
You really think I'm a sick cat because I don't show my power often?
Lin Weilin felt speechless. He suppressed his anger and decided to take his son away from this troublesome place first. Once home, he'd let him experience the wrath of the 'seven wolves'.
In fact, there were plenty of kids at the kindergarten entrance shouting to go over to Qingqing's house for dinner, just like Lin Yipeng.
Little Yuanyuan tilted her head up, saying, "Mama, Grandma, I don't want to go home."
"All the kids are going home, and the teachers are going home too. Why would you stay here?" Li Xiuxian asked curiously.
"Yuanyuan, be good. Come home with Grandma, and I'll make you something delicious!"
