Chapter 411

A child spotted Baimo and immediately lit up with excitement.

“Teacher Baimo!”

Norah turned her head at the sound.

Baimo was dressed in a black shirt, the top two buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He stood in the sunlight, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other holding a few books. His dark eyes, framed by gold-rimmed glasses, carried an unreadable depth, but a subtle smile played at his lips.

The next moment, the children around Norah swarmed toward Baimo.

“Teacher Baimo! She said she pronounced the word wrong!”