"Also," you Yi's lips curved into a smile,"you can't go to the bathroom in between."
He wouldn't hit an eight-year-old child directly, but she had to suffer the pain that his daughter had suffered.
That kind of child who spread rumors at such a young age, if he was not taught a lesson, he might become a disaster in the future.
He would do the same to them for how they had treated qingsi.
You Yi had just finished speaking when Zhou Jiaying cried even louder. She ran to Teacher Sun and said,""Teacher, please don't punish me by making me stand. I'm scared. They're all bullying me. They're so fierce. Why are they bullying me like this? teacher, can you help me ..."
Zhou Jiaying was sobbing, but her words were still very clear. Her tears were rolling down, and she sounded very pitiful.
It was as if everyone had let her down and rejected her, and she was a pitiful little girl.
You Yi chuckled. It seemed like she had always complained like this.
