Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

The principal was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh—it turned out he was a little money-grubber.

He bent down and said gently, "You can collect the money over there."

Tongtong looked in the direction the principal was pointing and saw a teacher sitting behind a table with several brown paper bags in front of him.

She immediately jumped off the stage, her short legs moving incredibly fast, like a little whirlwind, rushing towards the platform.

She ran to the table, stood on tiptoe, her chubby little hands gripping the edge, and called out in her childish voice, "Teacher, I've come to get my money!"

Tongtong is very famous now; almost all the teachers in the school know her.

The teacher looked down at the soft little dumpling in front of her and couldn't help but laugh:

"Huantong, where are your parents? You can't pick them up by yourself."

Thirty thousand yuan is not a small amount, and the school stipulates that it must be collected by a parent on behalf of the student.

Upon hearing this, Tongtong immediately turned around and looked around, then ran over and pulled He Wanqing over, her chubby little hands tugging at her fingers: "Mommy, let's get the money!"

He Wanqing stumbled slightly as her daughter pulled her, but regained her balance and nodded helplessly, "Okay, okay."

She walked to the front of the stage, signed her name, and took a brown paper bag from the teacher. The bag was bulging with three stacks of brand-new 100-yuan bills.

Tongtong tiptoed over and peeked out, watching as the brown paper bag was stuffed into her bear backpack. She patted the backpack to make sure it was safe before a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Afterwards, the school invited Tongtong's parents to speak on stage.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing exchanged a glance.

Mo Ye lowered his voice: "The homeroom teacher didn't mention this part."

He Wanqing gave him a push: "Go upstairs."

Mo Ye paused for a moment: "You're more suitable than me..."

He Wanqing waved her hand: "I don't care, you go."

Helpless, Mo Ye stood up, walked onto the stage, took the microphone, cleared his throat, and made a few polite remarks about Tongtong's father, saying it was a great honor to speak there that evening...

The principal asked, "How did Tongtong's parents manage to raise her so well?"

Mo Ye: "I'm a bit lucky! I married a beautiful and capable wife."

A chorus of "Eek!" and laughter erupted from the audience.

He Wanqing sat in the audience, her face flushed. Although she was secretly delighted, the whole thing was being broadcast live!

She lowered her head, pretending to look at the floor.

The principal smiled and asked, "Has Tongtong's mother arrived?"

He Wanqing had no choice but to stand up and walk onto the stage.

With her long hair flowing down her shoulders, she stood on the stage, and the audience gasped in amazement – ​​she was damn beautiful.

Someone in the audience muttered, "This kid's got a really good life."

The principal automatically filtered out those words and handed the microphone to He Wanqing:

"Tongtong's mom, Tongtong's dad just said it was all thanks to you. Do you have any experience to share?"

He Wanqing took the microphone, paused for a moment, and then spoke, her voice soft and slightly amused:

"I'm a bit lucky; I married a handsome and capable husband."

The principal's face stiffened slightly, and he coughed twice, but he quickly adjusted his expression, his voice carrying a tone of appeasement and praise:

"Hmm... Tongtong's parents are very cheerful! No wonder Tongtong's grades are so good!"

He bent down and held the microphone to Tongtong's mouth, "Tongtong, you say a few words."

Tongtong stood on the stage, her chubby little hand holding the microphone. Her big eyes darted around, and then she asked in a childish voice, "Should I speak?"

The principal squatted down to look her in the eye and nodded with a smile.

Tongtong touched her lips, her little brows furrowing for a moment as if she were organizing her thoughts, before she spoke:

"Can the exam be held once a week?"

The principal paused for a moment, then smiled, his voice filled with satisfaction and admiration:

"Tongtong loves studying so much! No wonder her grades are so good!"

Hearing this, Tongtong kicked the tiles beside her feet a little guiltily, her chubby little hands twisting together, and her voice became a little softer, with a hint of embarrassment: "Actually, it's nothing~ Tongtong is just doing it for money."

The principal's smile froze for a moment.

He cleared his throat, trying to make his expression look normal:

"Tongtong is doing great; she's found her motivation to study. We study so we can earn more money, and Tongtong's motivation is... excellent."

Tongtong looked at the principal, her eyes shining like two little stars; she felt she had found a kindred spirit.

She puffed out her little chest and announced in a childish voice, "Not bad~ Tongtong can take you as her little brother."

The principal was stunned by those words, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

The parents in the audience were overjoyed, their laughter rising like a tide. Some slapped their thighs, some covered their mouths, and some held up their phones to record videos.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing stood below the stage, both covering their faces.

This little girl, when did she grow such a fierce little mouth?

Tongtong was secretly pleased with herself, thinking: as long as she could take the principal as her underling, she would be the boss of this school!

She was about to say something when He Wanqing reached out and covered her mouth.

Tongtong stared at her mother with wide eyes, her little face full of protest.

He Wanqing looked down at her expressionlessly, her voice soft but clear: "I can't say anymore."

Tongtong looked aggrieved, her voice muffled as it came from her mother's palm: "They won't even let me tell the truth! It's so mean!"

The three people came down from the stage, and the awards ceremony was drawing to a close.

The family walked out of the school auditorium, boarded Jiang Shuya's private plane, and flew towards Mo Ye's hometown.

As the plane took off, Tongtong pressed her face against the window, watching the houses on the ground get smaller and smaller, turning into colorful little squares, and she was very happy.

Jiang Shuya leaned back in her chair, tilting her head to look at the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the window, a slight smile on her lips.

He Yanzhou sat next to her, flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing up at the scenery outside the porthole before looking down to continue reading.

He Wanning had already put on an eye mask and started catching up on sleep.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing sat side by side, watching Tongtong to prevent her from running around.

As evening fell, the plane landed at the airport near Mo Ye's hometown. The whole family rode in two cars and returned to Mo Ye's home in a grand procession.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Tongtong jumped off like a bird released from its cage, and ran into the yard as soon as her short legs touched the ground.

Jiang Hui was picking vegetables in the yard when she saw her granddaughter running over, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Tongtong ran up to her, tilting her little face up, her voice crisp and bright: "Grandma, Tongtong wants to catch chickens!"

Jiang Hui put down the vegetables in her hand, stood up, patted the dirt off her hands, took her little hand, and said with a smile, "Come on, Grandma will take you."

The chickens in the coop were strolling leisurely, pecking at small insects on the ground.

Tongtong went inside, her little eyes scanning the flock of chickens like a radar locking onto a target.

Her gaze finally settled on a large rooster with glossy feathers and a bright red comb. Pointing with her chubby little hand, she exclaimed in a clear, bright voice, "Grandma, Tongtong wants to eat this one!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Hui caught the rooster in no time.

The chicken flapped its wings a couple of times in her hand, the wind from its flapping wings blowing up the dry grass on the ground. Tongtong got a little wind in her eyes, rubbed them, and then stretched out her chubby little hand to whack the rooster on the head.

The rooster was slapped and paused for a moment, as if stunned by the slap. Its eyes instantly became clear, and it made two bewildered "clucking" sounds before stopping struggling.

Tongtong patted its head contentedly and announced in its childish voice, "Tongtong will eat your chicken leg later!"

Chicken: "Cluck cluck?"

Its eyes seemed to say, "You're aloof, you're amazing."