A month later.
The school bell rang for dismissal.
As usual, the school gate was crowded with a mass of parents standing on tiptoe, all waiting for their children to come out.
Ever since the siblings started third grade, Xu Qing and Jiang He rarely picked them up. The school was situated between the flower shop and the old house, and whether they were heading to the flower shop or back to the old house, it was only a short walk. If it were just Shi'an by himself, there might be some concern, but with the siblings together, they even ventured to the old neighborhood to find their friends after getting bored at the flower shop on weekends.
Jiangcheng was developing rapidly, and there were fewer stray dogs than before. Even when Yan and Fatty used to recklessly run about and get chased by dogs, the siblings didn't have this worry.
