Just when swords almost clashed, Miss Apple, the class teacher, waved at them.
"Miss Pierce, Miss Moran, both of you happen to be here today. Please come over. I need to tell you something about your children."
"Sure, Miss Apple. I'll be there."
Joanna appeared devastatingly smug as she put on airs, but in the next second, she was full of smiles. She became brighter and gentler.
Jasmine also quickly crawled back up and dusted off the dirt on her body. She also put on a very flattering front. "Miss Apple, I'm coming!"
Their humble and flattering looks were rather amusing.
It was understandable. In today's world, women left their children to society as hostages, and the kindergarten teacher was the one who managed those hostages.
So, nearly all parents, including the local dignitaries as well as the cleaners, would be flattering and humble in front of the kindergarten teacher. It was no exception for a pompous lady like Jasmine.