"Mom knows. Tommy must be well-behaved and obedient. Listen to your teacher at kindergarten, and listen to Uncle Lee when you're at his house, okay?"
"I know!" Emma Smith wanted to say more, but suddenly, the door to the water room was pulled open and Robert Thomson looked at her hiding inside, making a phone call, somewhat unhappy: "What are you doing!"
His voice was very low, obviously not in a good mood. On the other end, Tommy's clear voice rang out, "Mom, is there an uncle's voice over there?"
"Sweetie, I'll call you back later!" Emma quickly hung up, and without a second thought, deleted the call information, and turned off the phone—
She didn't want Robert Thomson to know about Tommy's existence, and of course, there was no need to let him know about Andrew Lee's matters.
"Who were you calling?" Robert Thomson frowned, looking unhappy.
He had just finished work, and it was already seven o'clock. He was a little hungry, but when he left his office, he couldn't find her.
