"Him? At most, he'll just try to smooth things over, offending no one!" Bai Xiaoyun said, exuding an air of someone with everything under control. "Right now, we need to get that notebook back immediately, Mengmeng. That notebook is the key to your future! The police have already gone to find that bitch. Let's hurry and follow them."
As they opened the door, the mother and daughter were both stunned.
An Zhongbo was on Lao Xiao's back, his expression grave, his eyes simmering with a dark anger.
Bai Xiaoyun hesitated, then asked guiltily, "Why are you here?"
An Zhongbo's face was cold. "What were you saying about a notebook just now? Were you calling Yanyan a bitch?"
Bai Xiaoyun's mind was racing, but her expression remained calm. "You misheard. We were talking about Mengmeng's thesis."
Bai Xiaoyun smiled. "The child finally managed to finish her thesis, but then it was somehow stolen. Honestly, what are young people thinking these days, stealing a thesis?"
