President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

The headmaster had several holes pierced in the soles of her feet. When she saw her newly bought hood on the ground, her face turned pale and blue, like a palette.

Her Triumph!
Ah ah ah ah ah!

An hour later, Feng Yin was called to school, along with Leng Ting.

Korean-speaking parents have to come later in the suburbs.

The hood that had been stepped on by the headmaster and had several stitches pierced with it was packed in an opaque paper bag. Although it was evidence, the headmaster really didn't have the courage to take it out.

"Hello principal, I am Leng Ting's father."

"I'm Leng Ting's mother."

After Feng Yin and Leng Ting finished speaking, the principal's anger had not completely dissipated.

After the principal finished talking about what happened, Feng Yin looked pale.

"Hit the villain? You..." Feng Yin didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

"Mum, I'm sorry, I really didn't know that the principal bought it newly. I thought it was a children's toy because it was so small..." Leng Ting pointed to the paper bag beside him, which contained the principal's hood.

The headmaster folded his hands subconsciously.

"Leng Ting, you..."

I wanted to say, don't deceive people too much.

But after thinking about it, the other party is a four-year-old child. Does she really want to argue with a four-year-old child?Woo... being a principal is too difficult!
"Leng Ting, stop talking."

"Principal, what happened this time is that our discipline is not strict. I didn't mention beating villains in front of her before."

"I said it. I saw my grandma beating a villain." Han Yu said honestly from the side.

"I'm a Korean grandma. Isn't it just a villain? This is a tradition left by my ancestors! What's the name...intangible cultural heritage...why not let it go?"

At this time, the door of the office was slammed open, and an old lady with a rich appearance walked in, pinching her waist with her hands, and she looked not to be trifled with at first glance.

"Grandma." Han Yu shrank his shoulders, trying to grab her arm, but was hugged by grandma, and Leng Ting was also hugged together.

"If these two kids make a mistake, it will be mine! Don't tell me about feudal superstition. If your kindergarten is not superstitious, what are you doing with the lanterns and festivities during the Chinese New Year? Red lanterns are hung everywhere, and everything is booming. Isn't that all Is there a leader? Teacher, I was wrong! You punish me!"

As soon as grandma opened her mouth, there was a sound like a bell.

Leng Ting was held in her arms, with her ears attached to her belly. The Korean grandma was fat, but when she was hugging her, there was a very special warm feeling.

She has no grandparents, no grandma, only a grandfather who never recognized her.

"Korean, do all grandmas feel this way?" Leng Ting tilted his head and asked in a low voice.

Han Yu froze for a moment, "No. But my grandma is the best."

"Girls are not afraid, I am here."

Grandma Han Yu thought that Leng Ting was afraid, so she touched her face to comfort her.

Her palm was a little rough, but Leng Ting felt it was very warm and solid.

"Ah, this girl is so pretty." Grandma Hanyu came in in a hurry and didn't look carefully, but when she looked down at Leng Ting, she was stunned.

"Hello grandma."

Leng Ting raised his head and gave a sweet cry.

"Tingting, come here."

Feng Yin nodded to her Korean grandmother, and pulled Leng Ting to her side in embarrassment.

"Are you the girl's mother?" Grandma Han Yu didn't think she was an outsider at all, and looked at Feng Yin with a smile.

Feng Yin nodded.

"Hello."

"Oh, look... How about getting married?" Grandma Hanyu smiled like a bright peach blossom.

Feng Yin couldn't laugh or cry.

On the side, the principal's face turned green.