He should also be here to pick up his child, just like everyone else, but he seemed unfamiliar.
Yet, just by standing quietly, he exuded an aura of dignified aloofness that made people feel reluctant to approach closely.
Even though he was softly speaking with the middle-aged woman beside him, warm and gentle, not as cold and stern as he usually appeared, people were still curious about who he was—whose parent could he be, never seen before.
Nearby parents glanced sideways, stealthily curious.
Soon, the children began streaming out from the teaching building, neatly lined up as they walked to the kindergarten's entrance, waving goodbye to their teachers as they spotted their parents coming to pick them up.
Shi Mianmian came out of the gate carrying her adorable little backpack, saw Mrs. Qin standing amidst the crowd as usual looking inwardly, and giggled as she ran towards her.
