After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

Clearly, Chen Mo wasn't used to this kind of sour, salty, and sweet plum candy.

He held it in his mouth for a short while, and his eyebrows twisted into a caterpillar shape.

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at Lan Yujuan curiously. The cheek on the side where she was sucking on a preserved plum candy was noticeably bulging out.

Why are you looking at me? Why aren't you eating?

Lan Yujuan swallowed hard and waved her hand dismissively.

"It's okay, I'm not craving it."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, put his hands in his pockets, and chuckled softly with a candy in his mouth.

Lan Yujuan felt embarrassed, but still whispered a reminder:

"Don't laugh while eating, or you might choke on something."

Chen Mo nodded and replied in a low voice:

"Okay, I've got it."

He then touched his nose, and his laughter subsided considerably.

After waiting for ages, kindergarten finally let out!

The children, dressed in matching uniforms, obediently carried their backpacks, lined up, and slowly walked out under the guidance of their teachers.

Lan Yujuan spotted her daughter immediately; she was standing in the middle of the line.

The little guy, who had been looking a bit apprehensive, immediately brightened up the moment he saw her and Chen Mo beside him.

A little boy walking beside her secretly made a face at Lan Xiaoman, then grinned and said something else.

Judging from the little boy's expression as he spoke, Lan Yujuan could tell from afar that he wasn't saying anything nice.

She glanced at the several high-definition cameras not far away, facing the children at the door, and understood the situation.

Let's check in a bit to see whose child that little boy is.

It was a good opportunity to clarify things on the spot, in front of the teachers and both sets of parents.

She doesn't mind children playing around and laughing together. But she absolutely won't allow it if it involves school bullying.

However, before she could even go to the other child's parents and teachers, Lan Xiaoman slapped her across the face, shouting loudly at the same time:

"You're the bastard!"

"You don't have a father!"

The unexpected happened so fast that both adults and children at the scene were stunned.

Lan Yujuan's heart immediately jumped. She pushed through the crowd, ready to rush forward, afraid that if she was a step too late, her daughter would be at a disadvantage if she couldn't beat the little boy.

However, the little boy who was beaten seemed to be intimidated by Lan Xiaoman's imposing manner.

The little boy was stunned for a moment after being hit, then covered his face and stood there wailing.

The homeroom teacher, realizing what was happening, quickly pulled the two children out of the line and separated them in an open space to comfort them.

At the same time, squat down and ask about the cause and course of events, then wait for the parents to come over alone for a face-to-face talk.

Just as Lan Yujuan was about to squeeze through, Chen Mo gently put his arm around her.

"Don't rush."

"Let's see what kind of people the parents on the other side are."

At this moment, Lan Yujuan's mind was in a complete mess.

She was worried that her daughter would be taken advantage of at school, and also worried that her daughter would be led astray. She said anxiously:

"Xiaoman is clearly a gentle and mild-mannered child."

"How come he's already learned to hit people after only two days of kindergarten?"

"Who did she learn from?"

The "culprit" beside him silently scratched the bridge of his nose and guiltily whispered a comforting reassurance:

"I will not attack unless attacked."

"It's obvious that the kid next to me started it."

"It's good that we didn't suffer any losses."

As if sensing something, Lan Yujuan hesitated and looked up at Chen Mo:

"Could it be that you taught them?"

Chen Mo gave an awkward laugh and quickly pointed to a spot not far away, saying:

"Let's hurry over there, the teacher seems to be waving at us!"

When the two of them walked over, most of the children at the kindergarten gate had already dispersed.

The little boy who had been beaten was hugging his mother and standing at the school gate, howling at the top of his lungs. No matter how the teacher tried to comfort him, it was no use.

The little boy's mother was clearly furious as well. While making phone calls to call for help, she angrily said:

"You're that brat's parents, aren't you?"

"Fine! You just wait! This isn't over!"

The homeroom teacher, caught in the middle and torn between the two sides, gently placed her arm on the other mother's and whispered words of advice:

"Yaozu's mom, please don't be angry!"

"Our school has high-definition surveillance cameras, both near and far, and they can record both the video and the audio clearly."

"I also briefly asked about the cause and course of events just now."

"How about you check the security footage first, get a feel for the situation, and then we can sit down and talk it over?"

"Actually, even if this little incident hadn't happened today, I would have liked to have a talk with both sets of parents."

Unexpectedly, Yaozu's mother brushed the homeroom teacher's hand away, her eyes red with anger, and said:

"What are you still looking at?"

"I saw everything clearly from the doorway just now!"

"That brat! She has absolutely no manners! She's hitting and yelling at people!"

"I'd like to ask! Are all of this brat's parents dead? If they can't raise a child, they shouldn't have had one!"

"What bad luck! Our whole family carefully selected this kindergarten, only to end up with such a mess and having such a rude child as a classmate. What terrible thing we did!"

The homeroom teacher was so overwhelmed by the barrage of criticism that her temples throbbed, and she was just about to offer an explanation.

Unfortunately, Yaozu's mother not only ignored the advice, but also turned her anger towards the homeroom teacher.

"Teacher Wang, you're protecting that brat so much, could it be that you secretly accepted a bribe from their family, which is why you're taking their side?"

The homeroom teacher had originally wanted to offer some advice, but after being subjected to such malicious speculation and slander by Yaozu's mother, she felt disheartened.

"Yaozu's mother! Please watch your words!"

"Since you accuse me of accepting gifts in private and question my professional ethics, you'd better provide evidence!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for suing you! Suing you for defamation!"

Yaozu's mother flinched, her tone softening considerably.

"I just said it offhand, it's probably for the best if it's not true!"

"If it were your son, getting beaten up in front of you, I don't believe you could remain so calm!"

Just then, Yaozu's mother finally got someone to answer the phone after dialing for a long time!

On the other end of the phone, amidst Yaozu's wailing, came an impatient voice.

"Hey, what's up now?"

"I'm working overtime right now!"

Yaozu's mother immediately adopted a tearful tone, and, with a mix of sobs and acting, began to recount her story over the phone:

"You're still working overtime?"

"Hurry up! Your son has been beaten up at school..."

Lan Yujuan was too lazy to listen to the family's nonsense across the street, and she had already led her daughter away when they started cursing.

Since we can't leave anytime soon anyway, we might as well just wait it out!

Two adults and one child waited for the other side to call for help while picking up leaves under the ancient camphor tree.

The little guy said he wanted to collect more pretty leaves to make crafts at home.

Lan Yujuan squatted down beside her and helped her pick them up.

Later, when both hands couldn't hold it all, I simply took off my hat and used it to cover the little guy.

Ever since the two of them squatted down to pick up leaves, Chen Mo has been like a guardian angel, standing by their side the whole time... holding his phone and replying to various messages.

Lan Yujuan raised her head and squinted as she said:

"If you're busy with work, you can go back first."

"This is a small matter; I can handle it myself."

Chen Mo's fingers flew across the keyboard, and without even raising his head, he said:

"It's okay, I'm not busy."

"This whole thing started because of me, so I definitely have to take responsibility."

The setting sun painted half the sky red, making it look exceptionally warm.

Equally heartwarming are the people standing in the sunset at this moment.