Fan Shaoming approached his son, his tall frame exuding a stern aura that intimidated Mingyu into hanging his head, not daring to breathe too loudly.
In his heart, he bitterly thought, why hasn't grandma spoken up to save his skin?
Fan Shaoming didn't scold his son, simply stood in front of him, looking down at him.
Eventually, unable to withstand the "violent gaze" of his father, Mingyu lifted his little face and piled on a giggly smile, "Daddy, I know I was wrong, please stop glaring at me."
In front of his son's smiling face, Fan Shaoming's harsh features would always involuntarily soften, "Where did you go wrong?"
"I shouldn't have poured the marbles on the floor, causing Daddy and Teacher Su to fall. Daddy, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Mingyu took the initiative to apologize, and then turned to apologize to the approaching Su Xiaoyue, "Teacher Su, I'm sorry."
"Now that you know what you did, go clean up the marbles immediately, then eat breakfast and go to school!"
