In kindergarten.
"Mr. Qin, I'm really sorry. A few days ago, Qin Wenqian had stopped eating a variety of snacks you sent." The kindergarten teacher looked at the man in front of her apologetically.
"What's wrong? Is the child having stomach problems? Or is she sick? Isn't that what children of her age eat?" Qin Gengxin asked.
The kindergarten teacher smiled helplessly. "I also don't know what happened. She hasn't eaten the stuff you sent for these two days, and the other children are all fighting over them. Every time Qin Wenqian sees these things, she just sits in the corner playing with her toys. I don't know what's wrong with her."
Qin Gengxin put the food bag in his hand and sighed. "Understood. I'm sorry for troubling you. It must be hard for you."
"It's okay, Mr. Qin. Since your last name is Qin and she's called Qin Wenqian, you must be her father, right?"
"Yes."
