It was pure distress.
Distress so strong she wished she could grab the person who injured her son, slap them around, and even making them spit blood wouldn't be enough to quell her anger.
"We are at a loss," Lin Yajing admitted helplessly: "Yi Xingling's grandmother said that if her grandchild causes trouble at school in the future, we shouldn't concern ourselves about it. Rather, we should give the addresses of their home to those parents whose children are being bullied by her granddaughter. They can go to her directly, and she will personally apologize and compensate them."
As Lin Yajing spoke, she handed Ye Xingbei a refined business card, "Ms. Ye, Yiyang's mother, this is the address of Yi Xingling's home. If you can't swallow this, go find them, but…"
She paused, then after hesitating a bit, added: "I heard that the top-ranking official in our Jiang City is a close confidant of Yi Xingling's grandfather. You guys...sigh…"
