Me at two years old, a queen!

"The pool of candidates has been filled long ago! Stop torturing the kids! Look how upset my apprentice is!"

Seeing her apprentice on the verge of collapse, Zhao Jingtang couldn't help but remind him, "The program has already been planned and is just waiting to start filming next week. There's no use pestering Yanzhou!"

"If you're physically weak, you should go to bed early!"

Lu Junxing glanced meaningfully at Qin Shuo's limping leg: "Uncle Liu! Help President Qin out! After all, President Qin's leg isn't very convenient!"

Qin Yanzhou looked gratefully at his master and uncle, then took his sister's hand and ran with Zhao Yu'an to the garden to see their vegetables.

As spring arrives and flowers bloom, nurtured by the warm sun and nourished by love, the tiny seeds slowly sprout new shoots.

Grandpa Lin, who often helps them water the plants, never imagined that these little kids could actually grow them. He looks like the bok choy inside will be ready to eat in just half a month.

Upon learning of this, the old man and his entourage boasted about it on their respective social media circles and took extra care to protect the few seedlings.

Because the parent-teacher meeting was at 10 a.m. the next day, Lu Junxing postponed everything and, not in a hurry, stayed at the old house.

The next day, while everyone was having breakfast, they heard noises coming from the villa behind the house and learned that Qin Shuo had accidentally broken his other leg the night before.

Under the guise of better recuperating from his injuries and making it easier to care for his wife and son, he bought a villa in the back from someone else at a high price.

In just a short while, she was in a wheelchair, moving things in the back.

To express his gratitude, Lu Junxing recently gave Qin Shuo many projects from his company, essentially feeding him.

Zhao Jingtang was no exception; although he didn't have Lu Junxing's extravagant spending, it was enough for Qin Shuo to gain a foothold in Haicheng.

At this moment, everyone at the table was afraid that Lu Junxing would ask them to attend An'an's parent-teacher conference, so no one dared to speak and they focused on eating their breakfast.

Even An'an didn't dare to dawdle, quickly shoveling porridge into her mouth. Of course, no one noticed that Jun Min's face looked a little unwell.

The Swan Kindergarten, a gathering place for the elite in Haicheng, held a parents' meeting. The parking lot and entrance were filled with various luxury cars; one might mistake it for a luxury car exhibition.

Unlike typical parent-teacher meetings at elite kindergartens, where attendees are mostly assistants, nannies, or only the parent committee member responsible for planning the event, this meeting was different.

The only requirement to attend Swan Kindergarten is a wealthy family background, so people will come to participate no matter how busy they are, all in order to make connections with people they wouldn't normally meet.

In the past, these were usually high-end cocktail parties planned by the parent committee, but this year is different; the parent committee has cancelled them all. The day before, parents were all confused and asking questions in the group chat.

A wealthy, single man: [@Teacher Qi Rongyu, what's going on? Wasn't this supposed to be a high-end cocktail party in previous years? Does that mean my custom-made suit was a waste?]

Sisi's mom: [That's right, I even hired the famous stylist Lucy, and waited in line for over a month.]

Youyou's Mom: [Wow, @Sisi's Mom, you actually got Lucy to do your hair! Your Sisi must have done well on her exam, right?]

Sisi's Mom: [Where? Sisi was just average this time, not as good as your Youyou. Although Lucy is hard to invite, my husband insisted on inviting her as a reward for my hard work.]

Zheng Yiming's mother: [In the past, the parties were planned by the Parents' Committee, but our Parents' Committee has canceled them all this year. Where can we hold them now?]

Zheng Yiming's mother: [@RichOldBachelor, where did this country bumpkin come from! Keep that suit for yourself!]

A wealthy, single old man: [You got kicked out of the parents' committee! Have you lost your mind?! Your whole family looks like steamed buns!]

A wealthy, single old man: [Getting addicted to being an official, huh? Who are you trying to show off to? You idiot!]

Qi Rong and Teacher: [@RichOldBachelor, could you please change this note?]

Qi Rong and Teacher: [@Everyone, in order to set a good example for the children, I hope all parents will communicate amicably!]

Teacher Qi Rong: [The invitation to this parent-teacher meeting was sent to all parents' emails and mobile phones a week ago. Please read the "Detailed Agenda of the Parent-Teacher Meeting" carefully. If you still have any questions, please feel free to contact us!]

Zhuangzhuang's Dad: [Sorry, @Teacher Qi Rongyu, I didn't read the invitation carefully!]

Dodo's Mom: [Image]

Zhuangzhuang's Dad: [Thanks so much, @Duoduo's Mom, you're so helpful! You saved me from having to go through all that trouble of checking emails!]

. . .

After parking his car in the morning, Wang Jinbao came over and looked at the man carrying the child at the door: "President Lu, have you seen the messages in the group chat?"

"This year's parent-teacher conference requires parents to give speeches. Have you prepared your speech yet?"

Lu Junxing paused, glancing at the group chat messages with some confusion: 99+! This was inhuman; he realized just how talkative these parents were.

"Speak?"

Lu Junxing didn't recall this part of the process. He glanced at the troublesome guy squatting on the ground breaking floor tiles with the chubby boy and thought:

"Why should they, who are ranked last and second to last, need to speak?"

But seeing Wang Jinbao's manuscript worn smooth from handling, they ultimately didn't discourage him. Nobody wanted to hear their experience of raising a child to be at the bottom of the class.

The parents sat around their children's seats, each with a different expression. Seeing Wang Jinbao's leg trembling with nervousness, Xu Tinglan comforted him, "It's just a parent-teacher meeting, there's nothing to be nervous about."

"Hey sis! Give me some advice! Tell me, should I read from a script or speak without a script later?"

"If I read from a script without a script, I'm afraid I'll stumble and it will affect my image. But if I read from a script, it will lower my skill level!"

"What manuscript?"