"Who are you calling stupid?" The little fat boy was not convinced. He grabbed the edge of the desk with both hands and pulled it back suddenly.

Ziheng was leaning on the table and suddenly lost his support, falling down with a "bang". Fortunately, Ziheng was smart and used his hand to support himself on the chair next to him in time, so he did not hit his head.

Teacher Song was startled by the commotion in the classroom. With so many parents present, she couldn't afford to have any accidents. She rushed over to check, "What's going on?"

Xu Yanfeng was faster than her and helped Ziheng up.

Teacher Song's expression was tense: "Jiang Hengyu, you go ahead."

The fat boy Jiang Hengyu's face flushed red, and he pointed at Ziheng and complained to the teacher first: "It was Xia Ziheng who called me stupid."

Jiang Hengyu's mother also came over and glared at Xu Yanfeng. She realized that this man was not a simple person. She didn't dare to yell at him directly, but instead directed her criticism at the teacher: "Teacher Song, you heard it, it was Xia Ziheng who cursed, and my Hengyu was so angry that he..."

Youyou stood up, kicked the chair away, and with her hands on her hips, she interrupted Jiang Hengyu's mother loudly: "It was Jiang Hengyu who started scolding us for not having a father! He scolds us every day! He has been scolding us for many days! My brother is too lazy to argue with him!"

Everyone: “…”

Jiang Hengyu's mother's arrogance instantly waned. She bent down and stared at her son, asking, "Did you say that?"

Jiang Hengyu was in the wrong, so he shrank his neck and lowered his head, not daring to say a word. Seeing his timid look, Jiang Hengyu's mother knew that this was true, and she was speechless.

Teacher Song rubbed his hands, smiled awkwardly, and tried to smooth things over. "I'm sorry, Xia Ziheng's father, I didn't know about this. It was my negligence. And Jiang Hengyu's mother, Jiang Hengyu is a very well-behaved child, just a little naughty. No matter what, he can't scold other children for not having a father."

In the end, Jiang Hengyu apologized to Ziheng.

The parent-teacher meeting is over and it is not long before school is over, so parents and children are free to do whatever they want.

After finding a place with few people, Xu Yanfeng looked at Ziheng and Youyou. Youyou blinked innocently, forgetting what happened just now. Ziheng, on the other hand, seemed a little unsure how to face Xu Yanfeng and didn't look at him.

Xu Yanfeng placed his palm on Ziheng's head, turned his face back and looked at him with lowered eyes: "Is this the reason you asked me to attend the parent-teacher meeting?"

Ziheng took his hand away, unable to defend himself, and simply admitted: "He keeps nagging me in my ear every day. It's annoying."

Xu Yanfeng smiled and pinched his face: "Your little classmate is a little bit stupid. Don't I pick you up and drop you off at school every now and then? Hasn't he seen it?"

Ziheng: "He is just stupid."

"Okay, don't be unhappy. I'll go home and make something for you to eat tonight."

"Don't do it, it tastes bad."

"Your mom said it was delicious."

"My mother coaxed you."

"Tsk, you're trying to piss me off. I don't even know if it tastes good or not."

The father and son argued for a while, and Youyou covered her mouth and smiled foolishly.

Xu Yanfeng's phone vibrated. He pulled it out of his trouser pocket and glanced at the screen. "This is your mother calling. She might have something to do. I'll take it. Don't run too far, you two. School will be over soon."