The two little ones ate and drank their fill, then ran off hand-in-hand to play in the small garden. Lin Han, on the other hand, was a bit anxious, fussing with mosquito repellent and wiping away their sweat.
Qiao An found it utterly exasperating and had to forcibly pull her back.
"Ji Ran grew up in a haunted house, and Sheng Ping is practically feral. What are you worrying about for nothing? You'd be better off coming back to chat with everyone."
The remark hit a nerve, making Lin Han laugh in exasperation.
"I've never met a mother more unreliable than you!"
She had only meant to tease Qiao An, but it was Qiao An who got indignant first.
"Me, unreliable? For the little one to have a home in a good school district, I even used the Iron-eating Beast's ransom money…"
For a little miser, the greatest show of affection is a willingness to spend money on you.
