Ji Yao had not expected that she would suddenly speak of herself in such a way, and she subconsciously released her grip.
However, to the parents, who already had a poor impression of him, and to the teachers who were not far off and unaware of the situation, this reaction was seen as an admission of guilt, and immediately teachers and security personnel surrounded them.
"What's going on here? Could it be there are actually traffickers at the school gate?"
A teacher wearing glasses with a rather stern face came over.
She pushed her glasses up and looked at Ji Zimo, then Ji Yao, and finally her gaze settled on the little boy between them.
"It's you, I remember you're from Class 3, Lu Qiancheng."
The reason this teacher remembered Lu Qiancheng was that she had once met his father, Lu Jincheng.
Lu Jincheng had a distinctive presence, unforgettable to most who met him, and combined with Lu Qiancheng's good looks, he was easily remembered by the teacher.