Han Dad couldn't help but mutter softly, "It's not like you haven't been indulged before."
Han Mom glared, "What did you say?"
"I said the wife is right, it's all my spoiling!" Han Dad changed his tune abruptly, throwing his daughter a helpless, fend-for-yourself look.
Han Yingying was furious, Dad, you're deserting the field and leaving your daughter in danger!
Han Dad begged for mercy, "In our house, your mom is the boss; you can't cross the boss and survive."
With Dad unreliable, Han Yingying could only turn to Shen Mosheng with a pitiful look, gently tugging at his sleeve.
Shen Mosheng, blessed with sensitivity, stood to attention, admitting fault, "It was me who took Yingying out; the mistake is mine, not hers."
Han Yingying nodded vigorously.
Han Mom waved her hand dismissively, "Mosheng, don't you cover for her. I know her too well. When she sticks out her bottom, I know exactly what kind of mess she's about to make."
