Qingsi didn't care about Zhou Jiaying, who was gloating at the side. She wasn't afraid of Teacher Sun either. Her words just now were very loud.
No one should wrong her. No matter what they said, as long as she didn't think she was wrong, she would never admit it.
Even the teachers could not wrong her. Her father was right. Not everyone could love and care for her like her mother.
However, as long as she didn't do anything wrong, she had nothing to be afraid of.
After qingsi finished speaking, she did not even look at Teacher sun's face that was twitching from anger. She turned around and walked out of the classroom, leaning against the wall.
Qingsi pouted and thought, Hmph, I'll wait for my dad to come!
When my father comes, I'll let him vent my anger.
