It was just a fight with a kid his own age, why was he crying?
Zhong Jiarui's sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Hello? Are you listening?"
"exist."
"May I ask who you are to little Zhong Jiayi?"
The voice sounds quite young. Could it be Zhong Jiayi's father?
“I am his brother.”
My older brother is a full cycle older than me by two years.
"Is your father here? If he is, could you please ask him to come to Little Star Kindergarten?"
"No need, I'll come over."
After hanging up the phone, Zhong Jiarui took off his sweat-soaked clothes, quickly took a shower, changed his clothes, and drove himself to Little Star Kindergarten.
When Zhong Jiarui arrived, the little fat boy's parents were already there.
The office was full of people, but Zhong Jiayi stood in the corner, sobbing with red eyes, while the teacher stood to the side with a helpless expression.
When the two brothers' eyes met, Zhong Jiayi was slightly startled but quickly looked away, haphazardly wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand.
"You are... Zhong Jiayi's brother?"
The tall, short-haired boy, dressed in a simple black jacket and matching jeans, stood 1.8 meters tall with a cool expression. His gaze made people involuntarily want to stand at attention and listen to his lecture.
Judging solely from their appearance and demeanor, Teacher Dou Dou found it difficult to connect the little tyrant next to her with the charismatic and upright young man in front of her.
"I am."
Since he was already there, Zhong Jiarui had no intention of denying his purpose.
"Here's what happened: Today, Zhong Jiayi and Zhang Yuxuan had a small misunderstanding and got into an argument, which escalated into a fight. Zhang Yuxuan was more seriously injured..."
"What argument? What exactly happened?"
After patiently waiting for the deputy director to finish explaining, Zhong Jiarui finally spoke, though his tone remained somewhat cold.
"Well... because the new student in Little Raindrop's class today was brought here by his father, and Zhong Jiayi probably wanted his father to bring him too, so... so he returned An'an's chair, and then Zhang Yuxuan said something about Zhong Jiayi..."
Then a fight broke out.
Hearing this, Zhang's mother, who was holding her chubby little boy in her arms, became even angrier: "Look what this little brat has done to our child! Why bother explaining so much? Apologize to our Xuanxuan first!"
The man next to him raised his chubby hand, revealing a gold watch, and said, "That's right, he has to apologize to my son. What kind of parents raised him? He can't even raise himself properly before he comes out and harms others."
Zhong Jiarui's gaze swept over him like a knife, and for some reason, the man felt a chill run down his spine.
The nouveau riche's attitude is not worth mentioning.
Zhong Jiarui didn't waste any words and beckoned to Zhong Jiayi with one hand: "Come here and talk to me."
There are no cowards among the men of the Zhong family, nor are there any children. It's even worse if they just cry when they cause trouble.
Although Zhong Jiayi had stopped crying after he entered the office.
Both afraid and longing for her brother, Zhong Jiayi obediently wiped her face one last time and walked to Zhong Jiarui's side.
"Speak up, I don't want to hear nonsense, and don't waste your time."
He still has training later.
To others, this older brother seemed rather cold and unapproachable, but to Zhong Jiayi, he knew that this was a rare instance of his brother being easy to talk to.
He blinked his unique and beautiful ice-blue eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, typical of someone who had just cried, "Little Fatty said Daddy doesn't want me anymore."
It wasn't the unimportant content before that really triggered Zhong Jiayi; it was just the phrase, "Dad doesn't want him anymore."
So you hit someone?
"The chubby boy hit me too."
Zhong Jiayi was indignant; why should he be the only one scolded in the fight?
The logic was sound. Zhong Jiarui glanced at the adults present, then pushed the little dumpling Zhong Jiayi next to him forward: "Did he inflict the wound on his forehead himself?"
Is there a wound on your forehead?
Teacher DouDou immediately leaned over to take a look and, sure enough, there was a small wound on the edge that was covered by Zhong Jiayi's hair.
this...
They didn't even notice, but Zhong Jiarui, who had only been inside for less than five minutes and had only exchanged a few words with Zhong Jiayi, saw it at a glance.
Who should apologize?
"Bullshit! It was your brother who hit our Xuanxuan first, and you still want to deny it? What's his little injury? Our Xuanxuan's arm is all bruised from his beating!"
Zhang's mother was very agitated and didn't take the two brothers seriously at all.
However, the chill that Zhang's father felt on his back never dissipated.
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