As the words fell, Jing Jihan's gaze already turned to the kindergarten teacher at the door.
The man's eyes seemed to have rolled over in the snow, cold and colder.
The kindergarten teacher cried on the spot: "Mianmian's father, I'm sorry, there are too many kids in the class. Every day before school, we have to find the children's clothes and shoes and change them. That time is really too busy, I thought the kids were just having a little usual fuss, didn't expect it to escalate, so I..."
"So you weighed the pros and cons, knowing it was your mistake that led to both children being injured, and chose to put the blame on the weaker side first?" Jing Jihan coldly interrupted, his frosty demeanor fully exposed.
"I, I..." The kindergarten teacher bit her lip: "I didn't mean that, I was just..."
