After receiving the call, Wen Tingsong rushed to the school in less than twenty minutes.

The security guard at the school gate recognized Wen Tingsong and let him in without having to register.

Wen Tingsong was very familiar with the environment of No. 1 Middle School and quickly arrived at his office.

As soon as she entered, she saw her daughter standing alone in the corner. To her even greater surprise, Wen Sirou was also there.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Tingsong asked instinctively.

Wen Sirou's eyes were red like a rabbit's, making her look pitiful.

She hesitated, wanting to say something, but then looked at Wen Li standing in the corner and shut her mouth.

This made Wen Tingsong frown.

He always felt something was off about his adopted daughter's behavior.

The homeroom teacher couldn't stand it anymore and was about to say something, but when he saw the tall, noble, and reserved Wen Tingsong, the words he was about to say instantly stuck in his throat.

The last time I saw Wen Tingsong, he was only wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and he was very easygoing.

But today Wen Tingsong was going to work, dressed in a full suit and with hair wax on his head. Just standing there made people feel very intimidated.

The homeroom teacher stammered, "It's like this, I called you here today to talk to you about Wen Li's problems at school."

Wen Tingsong nodded, casually pulled out two stools, and waved to Wen Li: "Don't stand there, come and sit down first."

He was seething with anger.

He knew that Wen Li's phone had been taken away, so he had planned to ask his daughter about her life at school this afternoon when she got out of school.

But now there's no need to ask anymore; he sees it all clearly.

As soon as I walked in, my daughter was standing in the corner. Anyone who pushed the door open would bump into her. This homeroom teacher clearly doesn't like Wen Li.

Wen Tingsong believed he wouldn't interfere too much in his child's school life, but now he really couldn't stand it anymore.

He beckoned, and Wen Li walked over and sat down on the red lacquered wooden chair without any hesitation.

The father and daughter just stared at their homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher felt embarrassed and was somewhat unhappy.

Although he didn't know Wen Tingsong's identity, he did know that one of Wen Tingsong's cufflinks was worth a month's salary for him.

He had no choice but to lower his stance and said, "Mr. Wen, please don't be angry. I have my reasons for making Wen Li stand."

Wen Tingsong nodded, saying indifferently, "I have my reasons for letting my daughter sit down."

head teacher:"……"

He used to be pampered by the students' parents, but now he's been humiliated time and time again, and the smile on the homeroom teacher's face is almost gone.

He said seriously, "Wen Li stole our class's funds today. The classmates found it in her bag, but now she's denying it. I think..."

"Did one of my daughter's classmates go through her schoolbag?" Wen Tingsong jumped up, his face full of anger. "What kind of upbringing do students have these days? They actually ganged up on each other to go through other people's schoolbags?"

Wen Tingsong did not see the scene, but he could imagine what it was like.

Seeing Wen Tingsong so agitated, the homeroom teacher wondered if she had spoken inappropriately.

How could this parent be so bizarre, focusing on the fact that Wen Li's schoolbag was rummaged through?

"This parent!" The homeroom teacher's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, carrying a lecturing tone: "We are now talking about Wen Li's theft of money."

Wen Tingsong realized what was happening and gently held Wen Li's hand to reassure her.

Then, he looked at the homeroom teacher and asked, "Where's the evidence?"

Class teacher: "The students in the class found it themselves..."

“Then it’s also possible that my daughter was framed,” Wen Tingsong interrupted the homeroom teacher.

He didn't spend much time with Wen Li, but Wen Li's personality and character were both good.

Besides, my daughter is not short of money at all, so why would she care about 10,000 yuan?

After saying that, Wen Tingsong suddenly remembered Wen Sirou and turned to look at her: "Were you there at the time?"

Wen Sirou looked at Wen Tingsong with a questioning and doubtful gaze.

At this moment, Wen Sirou felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow.

Even if he wasn't a member of the Wen family, the seventeen years of kinship were real. How could Wen Tingsong now doubt him because of Wen Li?

"I...I'm here." Wen Sirou lowered her head, clearly somewhat frightened.

How could the homeroom teacher possibly tolerate this?

Before Wen Tingsong arrived, she already knew some of the inside information about the Wen family.

It's not Wen Sirou's fault that she was switched at birth. What normal parent would kick their adopted daughter out just because they found their biological child?

The homeroom teacher was furious and spoke righteously: "Si Rou did nothing wrong. On the contrary, she even pleaded with Wen Li."

How come the Wen family can't see such a good girl as Si Rou?

The homeroom teacher looked utterly disappointed.

"So you also believe that Wen Li made it?"

Ignoring the homeroom teacher, Wen Tingsong turned his attention to Wen Sirou.

Wen Sirou was taken aback, somewhat unable to react, and could only stammer, "The money was found in Xiaoli's schoolbag, and... and Wenli doesn't like me."

"So you mean Wen Li stole the class fees you collected because she disliked you?" Wen Tingsong retorted directly, "Is she that stupid?"

Wen Tingsong declined to say more.

He wouldn't even ask Wen Li if she really stole the money.

He is Wen Li's father, and he believes in his daughter's character.

So he said, "Let's call the police directly and have them check if Wen Li's fingerprints are on the money."

The homeroom teacher was taken aback.

He never intended for things to escalate this much from the beginning.

Wen Li comes from a good family, and he guessed that her family must be strict, so he thought that Wen Tingsong's first reaction to hearing that Wen Li had stolen money was anger.

But when he arrived at the office, Wen Tingsong gave him a rude awakening.

They've gone even further now, threatening to call the police.

As for Wen Li, she didn't say a word, and when she heard that the police were going to be called, she didn't even blink.

The homeroom teacher was at a loss for what to do.

Seeing that the homeroom teacher did not move, Wen Tingsong sneered and was about to dial the police in front of everyone.

However, Zhou Xingyue, who had been huddled in a corner ever since Wen Tingsong arrived at the office, turned pale and instinctively cried out, "Don't hit him!"

Wen Tingsong paused, his gaze falling on the student he hadn't noticed.

Zhou Xingyue felt a chill run down her spine from the stare, and she regretted it immediately after yelling.

"I……"

Wen Tingsong asked, "Does this student have anything to say?"

Zhou Xingyue had something to hide, so she naturally didn't dare to say it, biting her lip and shaking her head repeatedly.

Just then, Wen Li suddenly spoke up: "Still not admitting it even now?"

What?

Zhou Xingyue was startled and looked up at Wen Li in disbelief.

What did Wen Li mean by that?

Wen Li knows everything?!

——

P.S.: The requests for updates these past few days are especially important. If you like Xiao Li, please give me some encouragement! I'll add more chapters when they come!