In the kindergarten classroom,
when the words "Who bullied my Yingying" echoed,
even the six-year-old children could sense the terrifying anger.
Not to mention the teachers, who reacted even quicker.
Jiang Yilan looked at Liang Yaqi behind her.
She didn't recognize this woman.
She also knew that she was not Yingying's mother.
Could she be Yingying's aunt or someone similar?
After all, she heard Liang Yaqi say "my Yingying."
This relationship was clearly very close.
She immediately stood up, trying to ease the relationship, "Hello…"
At this moment, Liang Yaqi turned to look at Jiang Yilan, who was dressed in a simple white dress that swayed lightly, her demeanor reserved and elegant, like a bud about to bloom.
Jiang Yilan observed Liang Yaqi, clad in a black tight-fitting dress that accentuated perfect curves.
Her gaze was firm and confident, as if she had weathered the storms of life, yet still maintained that composure and grace.
