Old Wu probably hadn't realized that Zhao Yan was the one who attended the parent-teacher meeting for Qingran last time; he was still holding the speech draft he had prepared a long time ago, discussing with the parents about the various challenges he had encountered in teaching over the year and the lively participation of the students.
Qingran knew that with Old Wu's tendency to ramble, he must have prepared at least three pages of draft notes as a basis.
Sure enough, under Qingran's gaze through a layer of glass, Old Wu finished reading the first and second draft pages and began reading the third one.
By the time Old Wu got to the third page, Huang Qianyu's dad, with a belly as if he was seven months pregnant, finally strolled over to the regular classroom area, walking with confident steps.
Huang Qianyu had been anxious for a while, and when she finally saw her dad arrive, she quickly trotted up to him, grumbling a long complaint.
