On the other side, Yan Qingfan who was still immersed in his book sea, upon hearing that his homeroom teacher had called his teacher, immediately tensed up and crept over to listen. He didn't know what his homeroom teacher wanted to say to his mother.
"Miss Yan, please don't be so nervous. I'm calling you not because of Fanfan's matter at school, but because of a competition between the children organized by a school the day after tomorrow. I don't know if you're interested in participating in it?"
Hearing the homeroom teacher say this, Yan Luoluo looked at Yan Qingfan. She had never participated in the matters of Yan Qingfan's school, so he wanted to take a look at the organized activities in the school.
However, just as she was about to agree, the homeroom teacher added: "Oh yes, this competition must be between three people in a family. Not only do I need your presence, I also need little friend Yan Qingfan's father to be present."
As the phone was ringing loudly, Mu Beihan and Yan Qingfan could hear it clearly. Yan Qingfan, who had been looking forward to it just now, immediately drooped his head and waved at Yan Luoluo, saying in a low voice, "Mommy, don't you want to design a work? We won't go. "
But when he said these words, his gaze was always on Mu Beihan. A while ago, he had heard from the conversation between the two that Mu Beihan had an important event tomorrow, so it was impossible to accompany him to participate in the competition.
Since he was young, Yan Qingfan had always refused to participate in any activities where his father was present.
Hearing that there was no sound from the other side of the phone, the form teacher asked again, "Do you have time to participate?"
Yan Luoluo shook her lower lip, just as she was about to refuse, her phone was snatched away by someone.
Mu Beihan held onto his mobile phone, and said to the homeroom teacher: "If there's time, then may I ask when we'll arrive at school, and when the event will begin?"
This was the first time the homeroom teacher had heard Yan Qingfan's father's voice. When she was at school, she had heard that Yan Qingfan didn't have a father, which was why she followed his mother's surname.
Looking at it now, those were just rumors. Yan Qingfan also had a father, maybe his father also had the surname Yan.
"You can arrive at the school the day after tomorrow at nine in the morning. I'll be waiting for you at the school gate. See you the day after tomorrow if you have no other questions."
"No problem." With that, Mu Beihan hung up.
Yan Luoluo took the cell phone from Mu Beihan's hand, and before she could react, Mu Beihan had already agreed to participate in the event the day after tomorrow.
"Uncle Mu, I heard you and Mommy talking about something. Didn't you have something to do the day after tomorrow?
Yan Qingfan asked carefully, with only some anticipation in his eyes. He wanted Mu Beihan to join him in the event, but he was afraid of delaying his work.
Looking at his expression, Mu Beihan's heart ached a little. She reached out and pulled him into her embrace, allowing Yan Qingfan to sit on his lap.
"Participating with you is the most important thing, you can put your work behind you. Don't think about anything else the day after tomorrow, just be fun."
All these years, he had never accompanied Yan Qingfan by his side. This was something that he owed him, and from now on, he would have to compensate his bit by bit.
As he said that, Mu Beihan casually edited a text message and sent it to mike, telling him that he would be taking the leave of absence the day after tomorrow.
"What about Mommy? "What about the work the day after tomorrow?"