Who’s The Boss?

Song Qingcheng left the classroom and walked to a quiet place. Before making a call, the phone rang first and looked at the caller ID. It was Nancheng's landline number.

There was a lot of things in the past two days, thinking it was from the funeral home, Song Qingcheng picked it up, "Who?"

"Hello, are you Yu Jing's family members?"

The female voice on the other end of the phone made Song Qingcheng familiar.

Before she remembered who she was, the other party said: "I am Yu Jing's head teacher. She had a fight with her classmates just now. This incident had a very bad impact on school. I hope you will come to Yuanwei. The other parent has already gone to school. Ligan, if you can't come, this matter can't be resolved through coordination."

After the class teacher finished speaking, the microphone was transferred to Yu Jing's hand, and Yu Jing's low voice came: "Qingcheng, can you come to school, I don't want my mother to know, she probably can't get out of her body now."

"Who did you fight with?" Song Qingcheng asked.

"...Mura language."

Song Qingcheng did not continue to ask, only said: "Wait, I will go over as soon as possible."

Hang up the phone, and then go back to the classroom to get the school bag.

Because she mentioned to the head teacher at noon that an elder in her family had passed away, and the classmates also knew about it. Leaving now did not cause much movement.

At about 4:30 in the afternoon, the taxi stopped in front of Yuanwei's school.

I’ve been to school here before, and it’s not difficult to find the teaching building. Song Qingcheng knocked on the door of the teacher’s office and saw Yu Jing standing by the wall at a glance. Mu Ranyu was sitting on a chair, her expression a little bit bad, the class teacher’s office Sitting at the table was a dignified woman, looking young, but with a very charming temperament, followed by a water cup, and the fragrance of tea floated.

Hearing the door opening, the woman turned her head and looked over.

Song Qingcheng paused, and met the woman's faint gaze. He once thought that one day he would see her mother again, but he didn't expect it to be in this way.