Xiaowang parked the car and walked into the school gate with the two kids. He waved his hand and turned around to leave.
As soon as Little Wang left, Jing Yanxi stopped and said," Jiujiu, go into the classroom first. I'll go in later.""
Jiujiu hurriedly nodded and happily carried her small bag as she skipped toward the elementary school.
Jing Yanxi reached out to tidy up his school uniform. He pursed his pink lips and puffed out his small chest as he stood by the small garden some distance away from the school gate and waited.
After a while, a little girl wearing the same school uniform as Jiujiu slowly walked in from the school gate.
She was about five or six years old, with a high ponytail and a pink bow on her head. Her fair and tender face was small and exquisite, soft and beautiful like a ceramic doll.
"Xiang Xiang! Xiangxiang!" Jing Yanxi's eyes lit up. He immediately raised his little arms and waved them desperately, shouting her name.