Before the teacher could respond, I picked up Lundy and left.

When I got out of the kindergarten, the car parked beside my car was gone.

I took a glance at it and then got into the car with Lundy in my arms.

As soon as I got in the car, Lundy struggled out of my arms.

I didn't stop him and let him climb to the other side.

He angrily took the notebook and wrote hard on it.

After a while, the writing stopped.

Obviously, the little guy was very angry. He didn't pull the hem of my clothes as usual and just sat there, holding the notebook and...