You're the Shortest, Sit in the First Row

Thus concluded the farce.

The children's antics didn't garner much attention as everyone dispersed.

Grandma Qin affectionately patted Zhouzhou's little head, bending down to brush off the dirt from her.

Zhouzhou, the little drama queen, was truly carefree, often laying on the ground at the drop of a hat, effortlessly agile. Quite a messy one.

"If anyone dares to bully you, come to Grandma," Grandma Qin declared dominantly, with a hint of pride. "I've joined your parents' group chat, so you can find me if you need anything!"

Humph, if her youngest son didn't invite her, wouldn't she find the teachers herself? Such a simple matter.

With that thought, she glanced at Qin Lie, chin lifted proudly.

Qin Lie's expression remained mostly unchanged, slightly bemused.

He dared to accuse her of seeking favoritism, but what about him? Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

Unaware of her grandmother's thoughts, Zhouzhou nodded happily. "Okay," she said softly.