Carrying several pounds of mooncakes, Tang Jinglan was full of confusion at the moment, wondering where on earth so many mooncakes came from.
There was even a mooncake the size of a plate, my goodness.
Tang Jinglan suddenly had a bad premonition. Could it be that her son had snatched all the mooncakes from the kids in his class?
The more she thought about it, the more scared she got. Apart from a whole class pooling together, where else could so many mooncakes come from? They couldn't have fallen from the sky.
"Son?"
"Son, wait for mom."
"Quick, tell mom, did you take these mooncakes from other kids? So mom can mentally prepare to apologize tomorrow."
Wang Haoran, who was walking ahead with a small backpack, suddenly turned around and rolled his eyes.
"Mom, do you think your son would be that unreliable?"
Tang Jinglan, who had caught up, pondered for a moment and nodded under Wang Haoran's incredulous gaze.
"It's still possible."
