"Sweet soup?" Zhang Huixiang was taken aback.

“Yeah, let’s get the kid back to consciousness first. What? You don’t have any candy at home?” another person said.

Zhang Huixiang fell silent. There was sugar at home, but it was for Ling Yong. What right did Ling Yun have to be served sugar water by her? Anyway, this little vixen was good at pretending and had a lucky life; she wouldn't die.

Everyone's hearts sank when they saw this. They knew that Zhang Huixiang was unreliable, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for Ling Yun. What a pitiful child, what kind of mother did she have?

Luckily, we escaped today; otherwise, we might have starved to death at home.

"Go, does anyone have brown sugar water? Quickly find some sugar water and feed it to him."

"I have some at home, I'll go. You guys wait."

Some people immediately turned and ran home.

Zhang Huixiang blushed. She truly had no place for Lingyun in her heart. She only fed Lingyun because she was capable of working.

However, everyone has pride, and being so blatantly exposed by everyone made her face burn with shame.

She immediately stood up and pointed at Teacher Ren.

"You, it's all your fault as a teacher. My daughter was perfectly fine before you came, but she developed a problem as soon as you arrived. Maybe you scared her. I don't know how you've been mistreating her. She's a student at your school, why don't you take her there right away? Aren't there free doctors at the school? Hurry up and take her back to get checked out. I'm telling you, if you can't cure her, I'll never forgive you."

As soon as Zhang Huixiang finished speaking, the crowd fell silent again.

Linghu Lan coughed up a mouthful of blood, nearly coming back to life.

I have never seen such a shameless person.

Zhang Huixiang, the whole village knows how well you've shifted the blame.

Jingxing's face turned pale. How could there be such a mother in the world? One can only imagine what kind of life this little girl lives every day.

The two soldiers behind him were so angry that their nostrils flared.

Fortunately, the major got out of the car to check on things today; otherwise, this little girl might have really been beaten to death by her mother.

The military does not allow violence; otherwise, they would surely act as a righteous indignation.

Teacher Ren was stunned, and then her face turned ashen.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

She was angered by Zhang Huixiang, but also felt sorry for Ling Yun.

Lingyun is a very good student at school. She is very bright and has beautiful handwriting. Teachers like her.

Lingyun is usually quiet, which is common among rural children, so she didn't think much of it. But today, during a home visit, she realized that with a mother like that, how could she possibly be cheerful?

Teacher Ren remained silent.

She's an intellectual; she wouldn't do something like arguing with students' parents.

She struggled to pick up Linghu Lan; she had to take this child with her today.

Jingxing took the initiative and put his arm around Linghu Lan's slender waist.

Linghu Lan was held in Jing Xing's arms, feeling both happy and angry.

She was happy to be held by her own man.

What angers me is:

Holy crap!

Zhang Huixiang, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know that I have twelve colors to show.

Her face flushed, and she half-opened her eyes, swaying slightly, and said, "I'm so hungry!"

Jingxing stared at her in silence for a long while, and a chill ran down his spine. He really wanted to laugh, but what should he do?

He struggled to suppress his laughter, kept a straight face, and carried Linghu Lan into the car. The two soldiers and Teacher Ren also hurriedly followed.

The car started and took Linghu Lan away from this troublesome place.

As soon as they left, the crowd erupted in chaos.

"Xuefeng's wife, look what you've done!"