Sir Ares, Goodnight

Although Angeline was very dissatisfied with the irrelevant questions asked by this particular teacher, she was terrified that the teacher would inform Jay of the matter. As such, she aggrievedly told the teacher the truth, "I graduated from Imperial Domain University."

The teacher was dumbstruck.

Imperial Domain University was the nation's number one educational establishment, and Angelina's academic qualification had topped all the teachers in the office.

At this moment, the bell rang, signifying the end of lessons. Angeline quickly made an excuse to slip away. "Miss, I'll go check on my kids now. I'll surely give them an earful about this." "Go ahead." The teacher felt somewhat helpless.

Angeline went to Baby Robbie's classroom, and as soon as her beautiful figure appeared at the classroom's door, it immediately caused a racket.

"Mommy!"

The sisters chirped excitedly, "Why are you here, Mommy?"

teacher

below the desk and prepared

ear, reprimanding him, "You stinking little brat, where do you think you're

and yelled out in

like? Tell me, why did you sleep during your test? If you want to nap, by all means, do it. But what's with the zero on all your papers? Even if you had guessed the answers, you should've at least gotten one question correct. Why do you have such bad luck?" Angeline's rage was reaching its

can't blame me for having such bad luck, Mommy. There were many multiplechoice questions, and I chose D for all of them. Who would've thought that

foolish? If you can't answer the question, you should've at least guessed C. This is unacceptable. I should get you an IQ test. You truly will be the death of me." Angeline very quickly realized that Baby Robbie had misled her. She got even angrier in a flash, saying," You stinking little brat, how dare you make wild guesses when answering your test papers? Why don't you

preachers reciting a sermon in class. I get dizzy, and my head starts spinning... It makes me feel

with her hand. "No, no, no. This cannot be done. You're driving up my blood pressure... I'm getting

Mommy, your son's the one at fault. I'll study hard in the future, and I'll improve every day. I'll get a perfect score next time. Please don't

carefully supported Angeline to sit on one of the chairs. He looked at Angeline anxiously and comfortingly told her, "Don't be angry, Mommy. Zetty and Robbie's grades aren't that bad. There are other reasons

in bewilderment, "What's