The conversation between the two little ones was heard clearly by the life teacher nearby, who remained silent the whole time.
By noon, all the teachers received the notification. The result was now obvious; it was the boss who personally gave the order.
The teacher hadn't said anything because if food was given to the two little ones now, the other kids would probably cry for it too.
Crying filled the entire dormitory, and it made her scalp tingle.
If it weren't for the slightly better treatment here, who would be willing to look after a group of children every day?
Even taking care of one child at home can be tiring, let alone a group of little kids.
Watching the teacher walk over, Candy sat at the edge of the bed willingly and asked smilingly:
"Teacher, what kind of little braids will you make today?"
Her brother was good at everything except for braiding hair. It was always the same old ponytail.
