"Hello, Ms. Lu Xiangwan. Zheng Hao's parents haven't arrived yet. Please wait a moment. We can discuss this matter again once everyone is here." Teacher Zhang's attitude was quite good; she didn't lose her temper and remained calm throughout.

Yu Yin glanced at An An; her face was bruised, and the little boy also had a bruise around one eye.

This is a lose-lose situation.

An'an glanced at her mother and, seeing that her mother wasn't angry, her tense heart relaxed.

She knew that it was wrong to fight with her classmate, but she couldn't control herself at the time.

About 20 minutes later, a middle-aged man came in from outside. He looked somewhat like the little boy, and this must be the little boy's father.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang, has Zheng Hao caused trouble at school again? I'll beat him to a pulp when I get home, you brat, you're so naughty." As soon as Zheng Hao's father entered the door, he apologized to the teacher first, without asking why, and started criticizing his own child.

This was the style of most parents in that era, who believed that "spare the rod and spoil the child."

Few parents have the patience to listen to their children; they often beat them first, especially boys.

Zheng Hao's father's words left Yu Yin unsure of what to say next. She couldn't bring herself to join in criticizing An An; when children fight, you have to find out why first, not just resort to physical punishment!

Teacher Zhang noticed Yu Yin's disapproval, but instead of criticizing the child as Zheng Hao's father had suggested, he asked both parents to calmly listen to their children explain why they had fought.

"Teacher Zhang is good," Yu Yin thought to herself. "Next, I'll listen carefully to why the two children are fighting."