Chapter 37: Don't let go of her again

More than once, a child has fluttered his big eyes and described the mesmerizing big brother to himself in a yearning tone, "Teacher Grace, I'm telling you, oh, Brother Pittman is a great guy!"

"He's handsome and so good. I want to be like him when I grow up." Children's words are childish, and they say whatever comes to mind.

Every time this time, Gina always stroked the child's fluffy head with her palm, pursing her lower lip without saying a word. The hair at her temples fell to the side of her face, obscuring her expression from clear view.

"Teacher Liang," the woman at the head of the table took the lead, rubbing her hands together, "We've set up a table and would like to invite you to a meal, as a thank you for the training of the dolls."

Before he could say no, Gina was pushed and shoved to the table by the group of enthusiastic parents of the students.

And she met the person she most wanted to see, and feared to see, at the dinner table.