章 120: 120, your lipstick is on your teeth.

Tan Jing was at a loss for words, stunned for a moment, before she weakly retorted, "No, that's not it, Tao Qi... He's mature for his age, and he can already be independent; there won't be any problems."

Tan Rou only gave a cold chuckle, "Oh, is that so? Anyway, whether he likes me or not, I have to take care of him, ensure his safety. It doesn't matter if he hates me, I'll call him in a bit, and I also have to thank you for telling me about this."

The people around nodded in agreement.

After listening to Tan Rou, they felt even more that Tan Jing's words were a weak cover-up. A ten-year-old child, no matter how independent or precocious, isn't safe at that age. It was definitely an excuse.