Chen Qi's face was filled with anxiety. He called Mr. Ye again and again, but the call never went through.
Perhaps because he had no hope, Ye Wuhen seemed to be in a good mood at the moment and was fiddling with his camera.
Jiang Yueyang secretly felt lucky, but also a little distressed. This time he still didn't wait for his father...
About five minutes later, it was time for the activity to begin.
The principal stood in front of everyone and, after saying a few brief words on behalf of the school, announced the official start of the event.
Students from Class 1 and Class 2 went up in an orderly manner to read letters of gratitude to their parents, and the parents were moved to tears.
But until the end of the session of thanking teachers, Ye Wuhen's father had not arrived yet.
Chen Qi walked up to Ye Wuhen with a guilty look on his face, "Ye Wuhen, teacher is very sorry..."
"Class teacher, let's take a group photo." Jiang Yueyang interrupted him and pulled him aside.
Jiang Yueyang pulled the corner of her mouth, raised her phone to take a photo, and whispered: "Teacher, I didn't tell him, don't tell him and add to his sadness."
"You didn't say?"
"Well, I didn't tell him because I was worried his father wouldn't come. If his father came, it would be a surprise."
Chen Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jiang Yueyang didn’t say anything, otherwise the child would be so sad now!
Seeing that the two of them took so long to take a group photo, Ye Wuhen felt a little jealous. He was about to call Jiang Yueyang back when the last step of the Thanksgiving activity - parents presenting flowers - began.
Parents presented flowers to their children, and Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang also presented the flowers in their hands to them.
Jiang Yueyang took the flowers from her grandma and gave her a big hug, "Grandma~"
Just as Ye Wuhen took the flowers from Grandpa Jiang's hand, his father's assistant appeared with a bouquet of flowers.
The assistant held the flowers in her hands in front of him with both hands, "Master, this is what the president asked me to bring to you."
Ye Wuhen lowered his eyes and looked at the flowers in front of him with a sneer, then took the bouquet and let it fall from his hands.
"If people don't come, the flowers don't have to come either. It makes me sick just looking at them."
He knew that the school must have informed his father, so why didn't he come this time?
Any meetings coming up?
Going on a business trip?
Or did something happen at a friend’s home?
The assistant looked at the flowers that were ruthlessly thrown to the ground, thought of the president in the hospital, and felt that he had to say something.
"Master, you misunderstood the president."
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