"Please rest assured, Principal, I will handle it."
Sun Qing led Li Zhiyuan out, feeling quite pressured, not daring to stay any longer.
A fierce argument erupted from the small meeting room as soon as they left.
Tan Yunlong also rushed out and said, "Xiao Yuan, your uncle will pick you up after school to have dinner at our house."
"No need, Uncle, I'll go home to eat."
"Alright then." Tan Yunlong patted the boy's shoulder and walked towards the school entrance.
They entered the teaching building and ascended the staircase.
Li Zhiyuan noticed that Sun Qing's palm was very hot and still sweating.
Actually, up to now, Sun Qing's mind was still in a whirl; this high school was large, with over a dozen classes in each grade.
The previous few nights, as she went to bed with her husband, she had whimsically imagined how nice it would be if the child could be in her class, but she truly did not expect that the longevity peach would actually be placed before her.
