Liu Zhiyuan replied: "Very soon."

Song Lingchen nodded calmly, "Okay, go ahead. I'll find a seat for myself."

Liu Zhiyuan felt a little out of place in front of a bunch of red-eyed mothers.

She found a seat for the little troublemaker, then took a photo of him sitting quietly in a small corner and sent it to Song Ling.

Song Ling replied with a few words, full of dominance and arrogance, "He is really my son. I was like this when I was a child!"

Liu Zhiyuan put her phone into her bag, speechless. She wanted to say, do you think this is great?

The trial class lasted 35 minutes. After 35 minutes, Liu Zhiyuan and a group of parents went to pick up Song Lingchen.

When children from other families see their parents, they all rush to hug their thighs.

Only her Song Lingchen looked at her calmly.

Seeing her coming, he frowned, walked out of his seat, and waved to the teacher, "Goodbye, teacher!"

Liu Zhiyuan said proudly: "Let's go!"

In the eyes of others, she and Song Lingchen have become different. Even the teacher keeps looking back at her little prince charming.

She could only wave goodbye to the teacher awkwardly.

On the way back, the family driver drove.

Liu Zhiyuan and Song Lingchen sat in the back row, but the distance was a bit far.

Since getting on the bus, little Song Lingchen has not said a word.

After returning home, the first thing he said when he got off the car was: "I don't want to go to kindergarten, it's too childish!"

Liu Zhiyuan changed her shoes and said seriously, "No, that won't work. If you don't like this kindergarten, we can change kindergartens, but you must not not go to kindergarten. Do you understand?"