Lin Zhiyi hugged Xingxing again, then put her down and resumed packing her luggage.
As she prepared to leave, she thought of the car accident at the kindergarten.
She knew most of the children involved.
So she quickly transferred fifty thousand yuan to the teacher via her phone, with a note saying it was for the injured children.
But shortly after, the teacher returned the money.
"Xingxing's mother, a Mr. Gong has already fully covered the medical expenses for the injured."
Mr. Gong?
Gong Chen.
Wait, why was Gong Chen at the hospital?
Could it be that he specifically went to donate money for the children?
Just as she was pondering, the teacher sent another message.
"The principal mentioned that this Mr. Gong has been part of a blood donation group for a long time. It seems he couldn't donate blood due to some condition, so he donated money instead. There are indeed good people like him. Thank you, Xingxing's mother. By the way, how is Xingxing doing now?"