summer like smoke

Xia Zhaoshi raised his eyebrows for the insignificant little MB, and said flatly, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." After thinking about it, he added, "Actually, there's no need to deal with it anymore."

Zhao Rulin looked at his son with a complicated expression for a while, shrugged his shoulders, and said meaningfully in his eyes, "I hope so."

Xia Zhaoshi laughed: "What's the matter, Mom, are you worried about your son for such a trivial matter?"

"Small matter?" Zhao Rulin picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth elegantly, then smiled slightly, "If it's really a small matter, that's the best."

The disbelief in mother's tone and the contempt of waiting to see a joke were obvious, Xia Zhaoshi frowned and stopped talking.

Of course he'll handle it.Lin Yan, what is it?