Mr. and Mrs. Ma were overjoyed at the turnaround in the situation.
Meanwhile, behind a turning wall, Zaizai quietly witnessed the scene.
When Mommy had told him to go out and play, he had seen the distress on her face.
He stealthily peeked around the corner of the wall and, sure enough, Mommy was being besieged.
Hmph, so many people bullying Mommy alone—just a spit from each could drown her—he couldn't stand it!
Zaizai's eyes darted around as he walked towards the slide on the playground and pulled out his kids' phone.
Climbing to the top of the slide, he sat down, flipped through his contacts, and without hesitation, dialed the bad uncle's number.
The call connected, and a familiar deep and mellow male voice came through: "Hello, who is this?"
Zaizai pinched his flesh, his voice tinged with a hint of crying: "Uncle Huo, it's me."
Huo Zhenyang was driving, his hand resting on the steering wheel flinched; little meatball?
