Zheng Tan felt that his luck was really bad today; nothing good had happened since he left home.
Ignoring the shouting, Zheng Tan planned to keep running forward, hoping not to...
"Wahhh—"
As expected.
Zheng Tan's footsteps halted, and without turning around, he knew that the little brat had fallen to the ground and started crying again.
This trick had been used many times, but Zheng Tan really couldn't withstand it; he always felt a bit guilty when he heard the crying, after all, the little rascal still called him "Black."
After standing still for a few seconds, Zheng Tan let out a long sigh, resignedly turned around, and looked in that direction. His gaze swept over the child lying on the ground, crying, then fell on a woman in her thirties standing next to the child. Clearly, this woman was the nanny, and she was the one closest to the child, yet she showed no intention of helping the child get up from the ground, a truly bizarre behavior for a nanny.
