Suddenly, Hua Jinyan sharply turned his head, his eyes looking keenly behind him.
Director Hua was startled, "Why so fierce?"
Hua Jinyan withdrew his gaze and glanced at Director Hua, "I wasn't looking at you."
Director Hua turned to look, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, his heart pounding as he lowered his voice, "Jinyan, did you see something unclean?"
This school has unclean things! I have to transfer my son out!
Hua Jinyan shook his head, "No, let's head back."
In fact, since leaving the school gate, he had felt a prying gaze tightly fixed on them, filled with malice.
All the curtains in the art classroom had been drawn, and the art teacher standing in front of the window let out a breath, her lips curving into a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
She walked up to David's plaster cast, her voice tinged with amusement, "Quite perceptive, aren't we!"
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