"An’an, was that handso uncle your dad just now?"
"Yeah." The little guy nodded.
As soon as the little guy said yes, the kids got excited all at once, and they all gathered around.
"He’s really your dad! Your dad is so handso, so tall, like a big star, and he’s really young too."
"Song Jiahao even said An’an doesn’t have a dad and said An’an’s dad is a monster, but that’s not true. An’an’s dad is the most handso among all dads. When Song Jiahao cos, I’m going to tell him to stop saying that about An’an."
"When is your mom coming to school? Your dad is so handso; is your mom really pretty too?"
"Yeah." The little guy nodded again in response.
He often secretly looks at his mom’s photos; his mom is really beautiful, the most beautiful.
"Really? When is your mom coming? I want to see her. Can I co to your house to play? Yesterday, I went to Lin Xiaoyin’s house to play and saw her mom. Her mom isn’t pretty; she’s really fat."
Kids say whatever cos to mind without considering anything else.
The girl nad Lin Xiaoyin imdiately got angry and retorted, "Your mom isn’t pretty either, definitely not prettier than An’an’s mom. An’an’s dad is the most handso, so An’an’s mom must be beautiful too."
The kids surrounded the little guy, chattering noisily. The teacher, now seeing the little guy, acts as if seeing an ancestor, not daring to touch or speak to him. Seeing so many kids surrounding him noisily, she quickly tells the other kids to return to their seats.
But after a while, those kids gathered again, not leaving "An’an’s dad" out of their mouths for a mont.
Originally, because his dad personally took him to the classroom and also said he’d co to pick him up in the afternoon, the little guy was especially happy, but slowly, he couldn’t stay happy.
Because he noticed many kids were missing from the class.
The one who bullied him, Song Jiahao, didn’t co; another boy who tagged along in bullying him didn’t co; the kid who said he didn’t have parents didn’t co; the one who slandered him didn’t co either.
Also this one and that one, none of them ca...
Right away, more than ten kids were absent, leaving the class a bit empty.
The whole morning, besides talking about "An’an’s dad," the kids were talking about "Why hasn’t Song Jiahao co yet?", "Where did Huang Huatao go?", "Is Tan Congyin not coming today?"...
The little guy slowly realized they weren’t absent due to being sick.
The whole day, the little guy seed preoccupied.
After school in the afternoon, the little guy, carrying his backpack, was led by the teacher out of the classroom and all the way to the school entrance.
He saw Qing Yi waiting there, but Jun Moyan was nowhere to be seen; other kids had been saying they wanted to see his dad, so their eyes were fixed on the little guy.
The little guy thought Jun Moyan was waiting for him in the car; many kids thought so too, and couldn’t help feeling disappointed not to see him.
Qing Yi took the little guy from the teacher and led him to the car, opening the door for him.
He was just about to lift the little guy into the car when he saw the little guy turn to look at him.
Qing Yi noticed sothing was wrong and imdiately squatted down.
"What’s wrong, young master?" he asked with a smile.
"Where’s Dad?" the little guy asked.
The car was empty, and his dad wasn’t there; the little guy’s face showed no anticipation anymore.
"Dad had sothing to do and went to take care of it." Qing Yi didn’t know that Jun Moyan had said he would co to pick up the little guy in the afternoon.
"What’s wrong? Do you have sothing you want to tell Dad?"
The little guy didn’t speak.
"If there’s sothing, you can also tell Uncle Qing Yi."
The little guy shook his head.
"Then how about you wait until Dad cos back, and you can tell him then? Let’s head ho for now." Qing Yi stood up, lifted the little guy into the car, and placed him on the car seat.
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