"Fine, you call the shots."
Chen Pingsheng seemed to think of something and suddenly spoke again, "Yang Xiaole's grades are so good, and he spends hours on homework every day, yet your grades are so poor. How come I've never seen you doing homework?"
"Dad, did you forget? My homework was assigned by teachers in Capital City, and now I'm studying in Magic City, where the teachers don't recognize Capital City's homework."
That made so much sense that he momentarily didn't know how to refute it.
With such grades from the spoiled brat, even the King of Heaven probably couldn't help.
Chen Pingsheng hadn't seen Little Fart Kid; she must have been taken to the park by her grandma to dance.
This big mansion of ours, the yard filled with vegetables, is really something.
If Chen An'an wants to go to Xiangjiang, then let her go. After all, his family still owns a semi-mountain mansion worth eight hundred million on Galleon Peak Road, as well as a large flat worth 1.2 billion.
