The sudden intrusion startled everyone, who then looked to the side in disbelief.
Fang Chenghan opened his eyes again and saw a familiar figure. He was a little excited, but when he thought about what he had experienced in the past few days, he turned his head away with a face full of resentment.
"Fang Zhiyi? You, how did you get in?" Hong Yanwen was the first to react, looking at Fang Zhiyi with suspicion.
"You've come in." Fang Zhiyi strode up to him. "It seems you're taking good care of my son."
Hong Yanwen's expression changed quickly: "Oh dear, it's just a misunderstanding. Chenghan stayed up late and climbed over the wall. We were just worried about something happening, so we gave him a small punishment as a warning."
He glanced at the wooden stick in his subordinate's hand, gesturing for him to put it away quickly, then said to Fang Zhiyi, "If you want to see the child, you should make an appointment by phone first. Why did you just come in? Wasn't the door..."
Fang Zhiyi turned to Fang Chenghan and said, "Those two good-for-nothings at the gate? I'm not talking about you, but school security is very important. Hiring two useless people to guard the gate is too frivolous." As he spoke, he casually threw a walkie-talkie on the ground.
Hong Yanwen recognized it at a glance; it was a walkie-talkie used by their school!
"Um..." He wanted to say something more.
Fang Zhiyi ignored him and walked straight to her adopted son.
Fang Chenghan turned around at this moment. He was feeling uncomfortable all over after being locked up all night. When he saw Fang Zhiyi, the resentment in his stomach suddenly burst out.
"You still know to come? You probably want me to die so you can find another woman to marry and have a son, right?"
Fang Zhiyi frowned: "He really has no manners." He raised his hand.
Everyone thought Fang Chenghan was going to get slapped, but as the crisp sound rang out, an instructor who was supporting Fang Chenghan spun around and fell to the ground.
"Didn't I fucking teach you manners?" Fang Zhiyi cursed, and kicked another burly man who hadn't reacted yet, sending him flying two meters away.
"Fang Zhiyi, what are you doing??" Hong Yanwen finally realized what was happening and angrily questioned him.
Fang Zhiyi turned and glanced at him: "What are you doing? Disciplining the child." As she spoke, everyone watched in surprise as she pulled a sleek, thin bamboo stick from her sleeve.
"No matter what, this little thing is my son. I can hit him, but you can't."
As he spoke, he lashed out with the bamboo stick in his hand. Fang Chenghan paused for two seconds, then jumped up, clutching his buttocks. The pain from the thin bamboo stick hitting his buttocks was far worse than a fight!
And so, all the students and the instructors watched as Fang Zhiyi chased after Fang Chenghan with that thin bamboo stick, whipping him. Fang Chenghan's initial toughness gradually softened, and in the end, he simply burst into tears.
"This is because you bullied your classmate."
"This is because you talked back to the teacher."
"This time you don't know how to respect your teachers."
"This is all because you wasted my money!"
Fang Chenghan couldn't understand why Fang Zhiyi, who had never hit him before, would beat him in front of so many people today, specifically targeting the most painful spots. No matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do. Tears streamed down his face, and in the end, he simply begged for forgiveness and apologized loudly.
Seeing his expression, Fang Zhiyi put away the bamboo stick with satisfaction.
"You know, it took me two whole days to find such a perfect bamboo strip."
Watching the farce end, Hong Yanwen frowned. This was too unexpected. His first order was for the students to return to the classroom. Then he looked at Fang Zhiyi, still smiling, and asked, "How about we go to the principal's office for a while?" He was a little confused about Fang Zhiyi's purpose in coming. Did she come specifically to beat up the child?
Fang Zhiyi looked at the two instructors who were clearly dissatisfied: "What about them?"
“They…are tough, they’ll be fine.” Hong Yanwen’s rationality told him that he should try not to offend a nouveau riche like Fang Zhiyi, since he could still get money from Fang Zhiyi.
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