Isn't that nonsense? The world's top orchestra, of course, is professional.

Unexpectedly, the other end quickly replied: [You come on, just say if you need to. 】

Song Yinyin looked down and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

She sent so many, but he had only a few words, as if he was perfunctory to her......

I felt a little unhappy.

After thinking about it, she sent another message: [Have you read the note I left for you? The wound on my hand is much better. 】

This time, he was noticeably late in replying to text messages.

It took him a few minutes later to reply, still a few words: "See. 】

Uh, that's all?

Song Yinyin put down the phone coyly, and suddenly felt that she was a little self-inflicted.

He's not interested in her affairs, why should he tell him these trivial details, isn't this self-deprecation?

Putting the phone back in the bag, Song Yinyin shook her head and decided to leave all distractions behind and return to work.

At half past three in the afternoon, after the meeting with the manager of the Philharmonic Orchestra, Song Yinyin looked at her watch, the time was just right to pick up her son from school.

She had just gotten into the car when she received a call from the school.

"Miss Song, I am your son's homeroom teacher, your son has a fight with other children at school today, come and take a look."

Oh my God, Song Dabai got into a fight with someone on the first day he went to school?

He has always been very obedient, how can he fight with people?

Song Yinyin felt incredulous and vaguely felt that something was wrong, so she hurriedly took a taxi to the art school.

In the corridor at the door of the homeroom teacher's office, she heard several teachers whispering:

"Today's children are really becoming more and more uneducated, and they know how to compare with others at a young age."

"I heard that Song Dabai has a mine at home, it seems that the boss of a large company arranged it in, and he can't afford to offend."

"What is not to be offended? The children who can get into our art school, which family doesn't have a mine? You can't offend, you can only treat it fairly! ”

"Eh, aren't you called parents? Are Song Dabai's parents here? ”

"I said that I called the child's father, but the father couldn't come, so I asked my mother to come."

"Yo, isn't it an illegitimate child of a little three, and if you become a father, you will definitely not dare to come forward."

……

Hearing these ugly words, Song Yinyin couldn't help but purse her lips.

Did Lu Jinhan get a call? Didn't he say he couldn't come? Why didn't he mention it when I texted him just now?

Or maybe he's too busy to deal with his son's affairs?

With doubts, Song Yinyin gently knocked on the door of the homeroom teacher.

"Hello, teacher, I'm Song Dabai's mommy."

"Oh, you're here, come in."

The teacher furrowed his brows, and his attitude didn't look very good.

Song Yinyin was a little apprehensive in her heart.

When I walked in, Song Dabai was sitting on a small bench by the window.

The setting sun slanted in from the outside, shining on his body, and the golden sunlight gilded his slightly curly hair with a soft sheen.

Song Dabai drooped his head, his expression was sorrowful, and his mouth was deflated, looking a little aggrieved.

"Big White?" She whispered.

Song Dabai turned around, and when he saw Song Yinyin, his eyes lit up.

"Mommy!"

He immediately stood up and ran into Song Yinyin's arms, as if he had found a savior, and hugged her thighs tightly.