He was so frustrated.
He pulled the man to a seat next to him and said with a wry smile, "When a child makes a mistake, you should tell the child what they did wrong and educate them slowly. Why hit a child?"
“I think this kid needs to be taught a lesson. I work hard every day to earn money and send him to school, all for his sake, and he just keeps causing trouble for me. Today I’m going to teach him a lesson he won’t forget.”
As he spoke, this guy even threatened to hit the child.
Wang Tianxiao had no choice but to stop him. "Fine, fine, if you really want to discipline the child, go back and beat him. I've never seen a father like you. Don't you realize that your way of solving problems is through violence? That child learned it from you. Isn't he just fond of using violence to bully people? Let me tell you, if you continue like this, the child will not only fail to learn properly, but may even become worse and more wicked."
"He dares!?"
"What is he afraid of? You can be stronger than him your whole life. Let me tell you, there's a limit to everything. You can discipline your child appropriately, but if you keep being so rough, you'll definitely regret it in the future. By then, it will be too late for you to regret it."
Wang Tianxiao pulled the child to his side again, looked at the handkerchief stuffed in the child's nose, and the fearful and resentful look on his face, and said helplessly, "Uncle will let today's matter go, but you need to know that hitting people is wrong, do you hear me?"
The child nodded.
Wang Tianxiao didn't know how much he had actually taken in, but he didn't know what to say.
This child is also a pitiful person.
What can you say when you encounter a father like this?
I guess I'll just have to hope for the best.
Wang Tianxiao couldn't control these things, and could only feel sorry for the child in his heart.
Under such high-pressure management, it is virtually impossible to develop a gentle and calm personality. Instead, one will become easily agitated, insecure, impatient, irritable, and so on—all personality traits that are very detrimental to growth.
"You should take your children back home."
Wang Tianxiao didn't want to say anything more to this father; he despised such a person.
Anyone who takes out their anger on those weaker than themselves is displaying an incompetent form of anger.
Look at this father. The reason he treats his child this way is because the child doesn't dare to oppose him, and even if he did, he couldn't beat him.
Would he dare to act like that if he encountered someone even slightly powerful?
What a worthless piece of trash.
Watching the man drag his son by the ear and leave cursing, Wang Tianxiao felt like spitting at his retreating figure.
Who is that person?
At this moment, he finally waited for the last person.
She was a middle-aged woman.
The child he was holding hands with was Wang Haoyu, the one in the middle of the three.
That is, the child of the friend who mentioned the father and the kindergarten director.
The woman holding his hand looked quite wealthy, adorned with gold and silver, as if she wanted everyone to know she was rich. She came in shouting, "What's wrong with Haoyu? Is there something you need?"
Wang Tianxiao remained silent at first, letting the woman continue her rambling.
After the woman finished speaking, she waited for a long time and saw that Wang Tianxiao was just looking at her indifferently, holding a child in his hand, seemingly not intending to pay any attention to her.
Then he twisted his body to Wang Tianxiao's side, pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Speak, what is it?"
"Are you Wang Haoyu's mother?"
"Yes, that's right, Haoyu is my precious son."
"Since he's your son, that's good. The problem now is that your son not only brought people to steal my child's candy, but also blocked him from going to the toilet, causing my child to wet his pants and develop a psychological trauma related to going to school. I see you're a person of status, and my request is very simple..."
"It's just extortion, isn't it? Tell me, how much money do you want? I knew you people were up to no good. You're clearly after money, but you still come up with a bunch of excuses. Aren't you ashamed? Tell me, how much money do you want this time?"
When Wang Tianxiao saw that his words had been interrupted and that the woman was talking about a lot of money, he became angry and laughed instead.
"So, you think this is a matter of money?"
"No, I advise you to quit while you're ahead. If you admit it now, you can still get some money. If you don't know what's good for you, you'll end up with nothing. And you probably won't be able to go to school here anymore."
"Heh~"
Wang Tianxiao chuckled softly.
"What are you laughing at?" the woman asked, puzzled.
Wang Tianxiao couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Wang Haoyu standing confidently beside his plump mother. This family's problems were the most prominent. Three children, three different family situations.
Each one is more difficult than the last.
"I have never seen anyone as shameless, arrogant, and ignorant as you," he said calmly.
"What?! You insulted me?!"
"I'm just scolding you on behalf of your child. Don't worry, you'll definitely see that day. When that day comes, your child will point at your face and scold you for giving your child an ugly and disgusting way of educating them when you should be educating yourself properly."
You're projecting all your ugliness onto your child, thinking it's for their own good, but little do you know, the child has been completely corrupted, and you're beyond saving.
Seeing the woman's face turn from pale to red, and her lips move a few times but she doesn't utter a single word, Wang Tianxiao couldn't help but want to laugh again.
He knew that the woman was neither rendered speechless nor reflecting on her actions.
Rather, she was simply too slow-witted and had no idea how to deal with it.
So it was just a temporary brain freeze.
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