"..."
Tang Xiancheng was left dumbfounded by Tang Tang's spiel.
Tang Xianqi nearly burst out laughing. He pressed his fingers to his lips to hide his smile, barely managing to preserve his little sister's dignity.
She really could spin a tale. It would be a waste of her talents not to become a screenwriter.
It had only been a little bump, yet she had dreamed up all this.
Sister Wang and the driver, who had followed them inside and had yet to sit down, were stunned again.
You were the one who bumped into her...
And a fall that minor probably wouldn't even hurt.
How had this become a matter of life and death?
"I'm fine with it. I can help you negotiate with her in a bit."
Tang Xianqi picked up his glass and drank some water to conceal his amusement. "But for something this important, shouldn't you discuss it with your mom first?"
Tang Tang paused. "Mommy should understand."
Although it wasn't very appropriate to talk about life and death in front of her beautiful mommy, exaggerating the severity of this accident was the only way to improve her chances of convincing her to let her take a godmother.
"All right."
Tang Xianqi thought it over and accepted this weighty responsibility. "I'll help you in a bit."
"Oh, little girl, your family's here."
As they spoke, an unfamiliar voice came from behind them.
Tang Xianqi looked up.
It was a woman who looked between thirty-five and forty. The years had left obvious marks on her face, and her hands were rough, nothing like those of the women in his family. These were clearly hands accustomed to hard, strenuous labor. Even their housekeeper's hands were in better shape than hers.
*Was this the woman who had worked so hard