"Where are his parents? Are they at work? Why did the school leave your number?" The man who looked like the Director of Education picked up the file in his hand and stared at Enna Clark with dissatisfaction, as if he were questioning a criminal.
The main reason was that Enna Clark looked too young, really not like a mom. He subconsciously took Enna Clark for the child's sister.
His speech also unconsciously carried severity, "Call his parents and have them come. No matter how busy work is, they can't be too busy to pay attention to their child. I don't believe it."
Enna Clark furrowed her brows slightly and said, "I am his mom. The teacher can talk to me directly."
"You're Tobias Clark's mom?" The Director of Education gave her a sideways glance, full of disbelief.
Fortunately, at this moment, the homeroom teacher who called Enna Clark stood up to explain for her, "Director, she is Tobias Clark's mom. I've met her before. His mom is just younger, so she doesn't look it."
