Jiayi had no idea how he had come or even how to start a conversation, still shocked.
Huo Zhenyang did not acknowledge the young woman for now; his gaze fell directly on the key figure of the kindergarten, his tone calm yet solemn, "The principal, I presume?"
This was a place for teaching and nurturing, and the principal and teachers had never encountered a man of this type before.
The principal was intimidated by the man's chilling presence and unfriendly tone and became somewhat nervous, "Yes."
Huo Zhenyang held Zaizai in one arm and extended his other long arm, "Good day, Principal."
The elderly Principal almost had her reading glasses slip off in astonishment and felt overwhelmed by the honor, hastily shaking hands with the imperial-like man in front of her, "You... Good day. Who might you be?"
