Seeing that Fu Xunzhi hadn't suffered any major losses, Song Xingyao breathed a sigh of relief.
She wasn't even aware of this strange, unbalanced bias within herself.
Perhaps it was the expectation and unease she saw in the child's eyes that made her feel some sympathy?
She followed him and heard Sun Tong, who had been helped up by the teacher, crying and cursing, "You're a child without a mother, everyone knows that! Your mother doesn't want you anymore! And you're always trying to get everyone's attention by doing these dirty tricks!"
Such vicious words don't sound like something a child would say.
Unlike Sun Tong, Fu Xunzhi, whose body was held by the cameraman, was not free. With a gloomy face, he coldly uttered a few words: "Say it again, and I'll hit you again."
The cold tone was completely different from when he had been smiling brightly just now.
But Song Xingyao quickly caught the grievance in his words.
Sun Tong was also startled by his fierce tone, but his pride and determination as a boy made him stand up.
He was seen carrying a scattered schoolbag as he headed towards Fu Xunzhi.
He rushed forward quickly, blocking her way. His backpack hit Song Xingyao's back, and a small, transparent ball rolled out of the bag.
The chain strap struck her fair neck, quickly leaving a red mark.
The principal was too frightened to call out in time.
Fortunately, the child was too young to be strong. When Fu Xunzhi saw Song Xingyao holding him and blocking Sun Tong's attack, his anger deepened.
The two were about to start fighting again.
They were separated by Song Xingyao.
"Everyone, please separate and calm down, Principal!"
The headmistress, who had been standing there dumbfounded, immediately had the teachers forcibly separate the two before coming forward to inquire about Song Xingyao's situation, her words tinged with anxiety and unease.
"I'm fine, let's go take care of the children first."
This farce ended so abruptly.
In the principal's office, he had been restless ever since he made the phone call, repeatedly getting up and sitting down again.
She would occasionally touch her hair, and some unruly strands of her neatly styled hair would stick up.
"What should we do now?"
The children here all come from wealthy and influential families. How can they explain getting injured in front of so many people?
When Fu Siming received the call, he was inside looking at the quarterly report. When he saw Fu Siming suddenly raise his hand, the room fell silent.
By the time he finished the call, his face had turned completely black.
Everyone watched as Fu Siming stood up and walked out.
A short while later, Assistant Pei followed him out, and when he came back in, he said that the meeting was suspended and that the time would be rescheduled to hear the rest of the content. Then he quickly walked out of the meeting room.
The group of people inside the house were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
When Fu Siming arrived at the office, he heard the kindergarten director being scolded by the middle-aged man, President Sun, for quite some time.
She neither refuted nor agreed with his words.
All I could hear were nasty words being spat out.
Fu Siming pushed the door open and came in; both of their attention turned to him.
The portly man, whose voice was originally quite loud, was suddenly rendered speechless with fright.
"Mr. Fu... Mr. Fu."
Everything went black, and he glared at the headmaster.
Fu Siming sat on the sofa with a cold face, completely ignoring the person standing in front of him.
"Principal, didn't you say Xunzhi got into a fight with someone? What happened?"
The cold tone carried an air of authority without anger. The headmaster had already figured out most of the matter while the two were away, but no matter how he spoke, he would offend one family.
After careful consideration, she directly played the surveillance footage that she had already retrieved in front of the two of them.
When General Manager Sun saw that Fu Xunzhi had struck first, he immediately straightened his back.
She felt a rare sense of superiority as she stared at Fu Siming, only to be doused with cold water by him the next second.
"So what made Xunzhi unable to resist attacking your son?"
Due to special circumstances, the kindergarten's audio equipment is encrypted and requires separate decoding.
Hearing him say that, Mr. Sun became somewhat impatient, "No matter the reason, hitting someone is wrong, isn't it?"
The person on the sofa snorted, "I never taught him that. I only told him not to let anyone bully him. So, for the specific reasons, you should ask Mr. Sun's son."
The headmaster immediately ordered someone to bring Sun Tong and Fu Xunzhi in.
Sun Tong's cheeks were swollen and bruised from being beaten up by Fu Xunzhi, while Fu Xunzhi only had two or three scratch marks from his fingernails.
Seeing his son suffer such a great injustice, Mr. Sun, disregarding the man's identity, became agitated and began to curse.
"You ill-mannered child, how could you hit so hard? Look what you've done to my son!"
Especially when she saw Fu Xunzhi's disdainful expression, just like his father's, she felt that her son was somewhat pathetic, but she still felt heartbroken.
Fu Siming pulled him close and examined him before asking, "Why did you hit him?"
Actually, he was also very curious, because Fu Xunzhi didn't like to talk and there was a long period when he didn't speak at all, which scared Jiang Man so much that she repeatedly told him to take him to see a doctor.
Later we discovered that there was almost nothing that could interest the little guy.
However, after Song Xingyao came back, he became noticeably more talkative. But last time he took the initiative to say that he didn't want to go to school, Fu Siming suspected that something had happened at school, and wanted to wait for him to say it himself.
Fu Xunzhi met his father's scrutinizing gaze.
He spoke slowly, as if the words had been swirling in his throat three or five hundred times, "He said I don't have a mother, he said my mother doesn't want me anymore."
The adults present were all stunned.
Everyone could hear the grievance in his voice.
I wanted to argue that we shouldn't just listen to the child's side of the story.
The next second, Sun Tong, who had just had a boil, saw his father there and had someone backing him up, and said, "You don't have a mother, your mother doesn't want you!"
Beneath Mr. Sun's thick suit, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He quickly squatted down and covered Sun Tong's mouth, but inadvertently pressed hard on the child's wound.
Sun Tong screamed in pain.
"It hurts! Ouch! Daddy, you said the same thing, why won't you let me say it?!"
Sun Tong cried and made a scene, and Fu Siming's face turned completely black.
The kindergarten director was startled by the coldness emanating from the father and son standing nearby.
Only President Sun was busy trying to shut up while trying to curry favor with Fu Siming and dodge the question.
Fu Siming stood up, a head taller than President Sun.
"Mr. Sun, what do you think we should do about this?"
The father and son were on opposite sides of the ground, one squatting down and the other rolling around on his back.
Enraged, Mr. Sun pulled the child up and slapped him hard across the face.
The crisp sound paused the crying for a second before it suddenly escalated.
"Mr. Fu, you see, these were just jokes the kids heard from somewhere, and they went a bit too far. What do you think of this?"
After speaking, he looked over the tall figure at Fu Xunzhi behind him, stood up, and wanted to go over and curry favor with him.
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