"What! How dare you call my son a thing?"
The woman flew into a rage.
Yan Xinxin gave an apologetic little smile.
"Oh, my bad, I misspoke. Your son isn't a thing."
"..."
After Yan Xinxin said that, the woman's face looked even uglier.
"You… how can a woman like you be this arrogant!"
"You're wrong. I'm in the right, that's why I'm this confident."
"..."
"I believe every word my son says. It was your son who was in the wrong first. I don't know if you've ever heard this, madam: whoever starts it is cheap, beat them to death and they've got no one to blame."
Yan Xinxin lifted her beautiful cat-like eyes, her aura and poise equally strong.
"So then, madam, do you believe every word your son says? Does he look like someone whose leg was wrecked by my son? He's this young and his mind is already that vicious. There's still time to educate him properly."
"You…"
The woman was so angered by Yan Xinxin's words that her face turned livid.
"You, teacher, come here!"
