Chapter 97: Tangtang Is Missing

"Not yet," Song Qingwan said. "Look, I just got the report, we’re still picking a kindergarten..."

"What’s there to pick?" The old man stared, eyes wide. His withered hand waved dismissively as he declared, "Of course it’s the best military kindergarten in Hai City—fully enclosed, militarized management..."

"Dad, Dad," Song Qingwan hurriedly stopped him, looking troubled. "Li Li is a girl. Sending her off to be a soldier when she’s this tiny... that’s not really appropriate, right?"

"You don’t know shit!" The old man’s aged yet dignified face was full of sternness, and his voice rang out powerfully:

"You have to start with them when they’re still kids! Let her stay in there ten years or so, she’ll come out and casually land a high-ranking post! Then she’ll never have to worry about finding a job! And I’m there too, I can personally train her. After all, she’s so good at fishing—this kind of talent can’t go to waste!"

Song Qingwan: "..."

So basically, you just want to monopolize Li Li so she can accompany you fishing every day, right?

She knew this crafty old man didn’t have any good intentions!

But the old man wasn’t exactly wrong. Most kids in a military kindergarten are from military families. If you want to climb the ranks later, getting into that place is the best choice.

Especially since the old man has such extensive connections in that circle—Li Li would definitely not be wronged.

But still...

Song Qingwan glanced at the little girl’s fragile, skinny arms and tender legs, and in the end decided to forget it. That kind of kindergarten is fine for a Boy, but a girl...

"Forget it! I want Li Li to go to a nobles’ kindergarten. I asked around—teachers there are all pretty good, and it’s close to the Lu Family too. It’s only a bit over half an hour away..."

"Nonsense!" The old man disagreed. "That kind of kindergarten is dangerous as hell! Who knows where those teachers come from, half of their backgrounds are fake. You don’t even know if they’ve undergone any professional hell-style training. If they secretly start having other ideas and abuse the girl..."

"Dad, where is your imagination running off to..." Song Qingwan was speechless.

"Those kindergartens are nowhere near as dark as you think! Especially nobles’ kindergartens—the environment is good, education is good, and all the kids around are from rich families. Their parents are all people of power and influence. The teachers are too scared to even breathe wrong; how would they dare abuse these kids? Unless those teachers are tired of living!"

"Absolutely not!" the old man roared. "That girl looks so useless. Her skin is so white she looks like she’s chronically ill, she’s short, the whole person looks like a gust of wind could knock her down. Once she’s in kindergarten, who knows how the other kids will bully her! Better to send her to Hai City Military Kindergarten, and I’ll personally protect her—let’s see who dares lay a finger on her!"

Little Lu Li: "???"

The little girl listened and listened, a flicker of confusion passing through her pretty eyes. She quietly scooted closer to her dad and asked in a tiny voice, "Daddy, what are Grandpa and Auntie arguing about? They’re talking so fast, Li Li doesn’t really understand."

Lu Junhan was on the phone. Hearing her, he lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes meeting the little girl’s puzzled, dazed gaze. His tone was careless: "They’re praising you for being smart. Just listen. No need to understand."

"Oh..." The little girl nodded like she half-understood, then broke into a delighted smile. "Then Auntie and Grandpa are really good to Li Li!"

Lu Junhan hung up the phone and gave a faint "Mm."

The little girl snuck a glance at her dad. While he had his head lowered, looking at his phone, she stretched out her little hand to feel for the candies in her pocket. But she groped around for a long time and didn’t touch anything...

Eh.

So weird.

Where did her Tangtang go?

Did she finish eating them?

But she remembered she still had some!

The little girl furrowed her tiny brows and rolled herself up from her seat, her soft, white little feet stepping onto the sofa.

Right after, she tilted her head and lay down again in confusion, her dark eyes blinking and blinking. Her small face looked extra serious, her little butt stuck up, as she searched for candy in all the gaps of the sofa. She was afraid her Tangtang might’ve accidentally fallen out.

Suddenly, the man lifted his gaze from his phone and gave her a bland look. His thin lips pressed together, and without a word he quietly kicked the trash can even farther away.

Half an hour later.

On the other side, Song Qingwan and the old man had already gone through three hundred rounds, the two of them red in the face, arguing non-stop.