If the older kids start crying, then it's completely over.
Even if each teacher were like Nezha with three heads and six arms, it still wouldn't be enough.
What made them feel even more helpless was that the leader was the class representative of the older kids—Candy.
Outside the walls, many parents didn't actually just leave directly.
Especially the parents who had just sent their kids to kindergarten.
One by one, they crouched under the wall, peeking in secret.
Watching their own kids crying their hearts out, looking utterly heartbroken.
Many parents couldn't resist the urge to go inside and hug their kids to comfort them.
But thinking that kids always need to grow up, they held back their inner impulses.
Among these parents, Feiyan had completely given up.
Her arm was sore from waving, yet Candy didn't look over even once.
