The car slowly approached Saint Mary's Kindergarten, and when they were fifty meters from the gate, young Aaron Yardley suddenly gently tugged on the governor's sleeve.
"Grandpa, can I get off here?"
The governor put down the document in his hand, turned to look at him, eyes full of confusion: "There's still some way to go until the gate, why not stop at the gate?"
"Mom says one should be low-key, I don't want to draw too much attention in kindergarten."
Young Aaron Yardley said, skillfully took out a small mask from the side pocket of his backpack and put it on his face.
He was exceptionally good-looking, inheriting his parents' superior features, with long eyelashes and delicate brows and eyes. Previously abroad, just walking on the street often had passersby surrounding him with praise, even talent scouts handing him business cards wanting him to become a child star.
The governor looked at his grandson's serious little face and couldn't help but smile, nodding lightly.
