Kindergarten.

My wife wanted to go to the classroom to find the teacher but was stopped by the security guard.

They said the class was in session.

We were escorted to the principal's office.

We waited for half an hour.

After the principal entered the room, she looked at us with a forced smile and said, "I'm sorry, we just had a meeting regarding the incident involving your daughter."

My wife didn't want to hear her say much, so she asked directly, "Why did you remove me from the group chat and call Teacher Sun here?"

"Today, I want to ask, which eye of hers saw my daughter stealing?"

"Stop arguing for now, calm down!" The principal stopped my wife, "You scolded Teacher Sun, we all heard it too."

I couldn't help but ask, "Are you still being unreasonable? Talking about our child in the group chat, my wife says a few words and gets removed from the chat, then when she calls, you act like you don't care. What's the meaning behind all this?"

"Look at you two, not letting others speak!"

The principal got impatient, glared at me, and said, "You two are really interesting, did I remove you from the group chat?"

"It wasn't you, was it one of the teachers at your school?"

My wife didn't let her off, questioning her.

The principal coldly chuckled, "Haha, if that's the case, then you can keep shouting here, I don't care anymore, go find whoever you want to find."

After saying that, the principal turned and left.

I was so angry I wanted to catch up and twist her head off.

My wife and I were left hanging there for half an hour with no one coming.

"Let's go!"

My wife's face was pale with anger, "I refuse to believe there's nowhere we can report them!"

We drove to the Education Bureau.

The comrade in charge of handling complaints welcomed us, listened to our story, and thought carefully.

"You'll have to go back to the kindergarten to resolve this matter."

"It's a private kindergarten, only registered with us. For issues like yours, you'll have to negotiate with them."

My wife couldn't hold back her frustration.

Before she could explode, her phone rang.

It was her supervisor calling, asking if she had an argument with someone as they had come looking for her at the office.