"Ziyao brother won't come to pick me up anymore?" Bai Youwei's eyes were watery, and her tone revealed a hint of pitifulness as she asked seriously.
The teacher, being a mother herself, couldn't bear such a look. "He's just busy today. I'll take you home, okay? Your grandmother is also at home."
"Will brother Ziyao pick me up tomorrow?" Bai Youwei asked softly.
She worried that if she went home early one day, or if someone else picked her up, brother Ziyao would stop picking her up and always let someone else do it.
"He will, he should be free tomorrow," the teacher said, not knowing whether her parents would be available tomorrow, but of course, she spoke positively to comfort the child.
"Okay, then I'll go back with the teacher," Bai Youwei was indeed persuaded and cheerfully stood up.
"Alright." The teacher took her little backpack and led her to the school parking lot, not forgetting to send a message to Bai Ziyao on the way.
