Son Is the Bottom Line

The Saturday that he had been looking forward to since Monday had finally arrived.

On Friday after school, the whole class would be stuck at the door every day, preventing any of the kids from returning home before him.

"Little friend Yan Zihang, what are you doing? The other parents are waiting, let's let them go first."

The teacher advised patiently.

"Not good."

Today, his mother was coming to pick him up. No one was allowed to leave before he left.

"..." We can't do that. Other kids have the right to go home early. "

"Teacher, my mother is here."

After saying that, Tian Tian was the first to run out.

Looking at Yan Zihang's back, the teacher saw the little rascal scurry into the arms of a woman.

The person had a well-proportioned body. He wore a light pink dress, and his hair was casually tied up. A few strands of hair were carelessly tucked behind his ears, sticking to his forehead.