The teachers led the children in a line, walking out of the classroom.
Qin Jian stood at the door watching each child being picked up, but didn't see their two little ones.
He was about to ask what was going on when he saw the kindergarten teacher walking over.
"Are you Ning Chenyang and Ning Chenguang's father?"
"Yes. I'm here to pick up the children, but I haven't seen either of them. Did something happen?" Qin Jian asked.
"Yes. The two children are not feeling well, and Teacher Yuan is taking care of them. You should come in and take a look!" another teacher, surnamed Liu, said.
"Alright." Qin Jian's heart sank, and he quickly followed her into the small class's classroom.
On the little beds where the children took their naps, Ning Chenyang and Ning Chenguang were lying there, their little faces flushed, looking as if they had a fever.
"Teacher Yuan, I'm here to pick up the children." Qin Jian said solemnly.
