The parents were waiting for Shen Fenghua to call a halt, since it was just a formality. They had all planned to stop as soon as Shen Fenghua called a halt.

The problem is, only Teacher Zhang is anxious, not Shen Fenghua. She just sits there with a smile, resting her chin on her hand and watching calmly.

The crowd beat the child until he cried out for his parents, but after a while, they couldn't keep up the act anymore.

They stopped after Teacher Zhang stopped them from jumping around. They looked at Shen Fenghua with resentment in their eyes and said in a bad tone, "Director Shen, are you satisfied now? We've hit everyone who deserved it."

Shen Fenghua felt a chill in her heart, but her face was full of surprise and innocence. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Everyone: ?

"The child has been beaten like this, and you're still not satisfied? What do you want to be satisfied with? Do you want us to beat the child to death?" The short, fat man started jumping up and down again, aggressively demanding, "Is your heart made of stone?"

Shen Fenghua looked completely innocent. "Of course I'm not satisfied. I already said that I demanded that these people who used foul language apologize to my child. I never said a word that I told you to hit my child."

Hearing Shen Fenghua's clear and logical words, everyone was stunned. Coming to their senses, they were somewhat at a loss. "But this isn't education..."

"Stop," Shen Fenghua said calmly. "These children are yours to raise. Whether you educate them or not is your business and has nothing to do with me. I've said it before, all I want is an apology and five eggs."

Even if you cripple the child, it has nothing to do with me.

After saying that, she raised her eyes, her tone somewhat sarcastic, "As for this so-called 'whether my heart is made of stone or not,' I'd like to ask you that in return. You beat the child so badly, I'd think this child isn't your own."