"Yes! I know I'm wrong! I know I'm wrong!!" Tang Yi cried out.
Ling Chuan snorted coldly at his pathetic look, "You know you're wrong! Then tell me whose girlfriend An Ziqing is!"
"Yours, yours! She's yours!" Tang Yi shouted immediately.
A five-year-old child, taller than Ling Chuan by more than a head, and four or five years older, who was also the principal's son, just wanted to kneel in front of Ling Chuan and beg for mercy at that moment.
Even his principal father didn't dare to make a sound.
The children who originally hit Ling Chuan didn't dare to breathe heavily at all!
The school's boss should be changed!
Ling Chuan then stopped his hand, snorted, and straightened his clothes.
An Ziqing hurriedly ran over, looking at Ling Chuan anxiously, "Are you in pain?"
"I hit him! How could it be painful!"
"Even if you hit him, you might hurt yourself!" An Ziqing said.
Only then did Ling Chuan smile.
