Qianqian, please do your homework well from now on!"

The daughter cried and said.

"You are Zhang Qianqian's parent, right?"

An old security guard in his fifties walked out of the security room.

"Yes, I am. I'm really sorry to trouble you. Sorry, I'm late."

Du Jing quickly explained.

"It's okay, remember to come early in the future.

It scared the kids!

You have to register, otherwise we won’t be able to explain anything.”

The old security guard said.

"good."

Du Jing held her daughter and wrote her own information in the registration book.

"Okay, that's enough.

Children who are frightened are prone to hysteria at night.

Go back and comfort the child, drink some hot water or something."

The old security guard put away the registration book and said seriously.

"Okay, thank you, uncle."

"fine."

Watching the mother and daughter leave, the old security guard shook his head: "Young people nowadays..."
Chapter completed!