Ye Wudao was lying on the bed, fiddling with his mobile phone.

During this period, he also received information from Xu Nuannuan, but he did not reply.

After lying on the bed for a long time, Ye Wudao was dizzy and bored.

Hey, it seems that soft rice is not so delicious.

He managed to survive until noon when he received a call from Li Yuhuan.

"Xiaoye, the hospital is quite busy. Your dad and I won't go back for dinner at noon."

"By the way, don't forget to pick up Wan'er."

"No problem." Ye Wudao agreed readily.

He took the car keys and went downstairs.

But after coming downstairs, he remembered that he didn't even know which kindergarten Wan'er was in.

He had to call Li Yuhuan again to ask for the address, and learned that Wan'er was studying at Wisdom Island Kindergarten.

It didn't take long for him to come to the Wisdom Island Kindergarten.

This Wisdom Island Kindergarten is a national brand chain, and the scale is still very large, with thousands of children attending.

It is also a kindergarten for the aristocracy, and the families who are eligible to bear its tuition are either rich or expensive.

The parents who picked up their children blocked the whole street and rubbed shoulders.

Under the eager anticipation of the parents, the children finally lined up to walk out.

Ye Wudao's eyes searched the crowd.

It didn't take long before he found Wan'er's figure.

Wan'er was at the back of the line.

However, he noticed that there was a bright red slap print on Wan'er's cheek, a cut on her finger, the blood oozing out her palm, and some vegetable soup was spilled on her body, her eyes were red and swollen, and it was obvious that she had just cried.

Ye Wudao's heart suddenly ached: Someone bullied Wan'er.

The kindergarten principal who led the team was not in a hurry to let the parents come in to pick up the children, but shouted, "Who are Zhao Wan'er's parents?"

Ye Wudao quickly walked out of the crowd: "I am."

The head of the garden glanced at Ye Wudao with disdain: "Are you Wan'er's father?"

"Please take Wan'er back, we can't teach this kind of student."

Ye Wudao frowned: "Why?"

The head of the garden said: "Forget it, for your face, I won't say it, and you don't ask questions, so as not to be embarrassed."

Ye Wudao said indifferently: "Speak!"

Parents are not in a hurry to pick up their children, and they all seem to be coaxing with interest.

The principal said impatiently, "Okay, since you've insulted yourself, I'll tell you straight."

"We are a noble kindergarten here, and only noble children are eligible to come to school."

"And I heard Wan'er mention that you're just a migrant worker carrying bricks?"

"Your daughter is just like you, very poor and sour. She even picked up the food that fell on the ground and ate it. She picked up the school supplies that the classmates threw away as garbage, and she continued to use it."

"If this kind of poor and sour gas is transmitted to other children, how do you ask me to explain to other parents?"

When the parents heard this, they immediately exploded.

"My God, I pay so much tuition every year, just to let my children learn to eat leftovers and pick up garbage with the daughters of migrant workers?"

"I heard that poor and sour gas is contagious. No wonder my son likes to eat leftovers these days."

"Dismissal, we must fire. My family is a big family. If my child learns to eat leftovers and pick up garbage, how can we mix in the upper circle. My friends will definitely misunderstand that I am abusing children."

"It's a shame to go to school with the daughter of a migrant worker."

Ye Wudao clenched his fists tightly, he really wanted to punch him to death!

Educational institutions, especially kindergartens that cultivate children's outlook on life, even use the rich and poor as the standard to evaluate students,

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