"Don't be afraid," Yue tingfeng consoled her,"scratches on faces are nothing. When I was young, I used to break people's heads."
If the Lord heard his way of consoling people, he would definitely teach him a lesson. However, qingsi listened and was very encouraged.
Her brother had smashed someone's head, and she had only scratched his face. She wasn't afraid.
Qingsi stuck her head into the door."Teacher ..."
Qingsi's form teacher was talking to the parent of the boy whose face he had scratched. When she heard her voice, she waved."Come in,"
Yue tingfeng held qingsi's hand and walked in."Teacher Zhao, I'm qingsi's older brother. We've met before."
The form teacher nodded."Yes, we've met. Today you ... You came ..."
Was it appropriate for a teenager to come and settle this matter? He looked at the mother of the injured child next to him. Her expression was terrible.
