The city Lord was dead.
The class suddenly became very noisy.
Even the master was so shocked that his legs trembled.
If the city Lord died, wouldn't the city be in chaos? In the early years, when city Lord yang was not around, the city was a mess without any rules.
Someone dared to commit a crime in the streets during the day.
Yang pinfeng cried and cried, saying that his father was dead and wanted to go back to the funeral.
However, just as he took his bag and went out, he saw his father and grandfather, director Zheng, looking at him with heavy eyes.
"It's actually true! You brat, are you spreading rumors that I'm dead again?" City Lord Yang's eyes narrowed as he glanced at yang pinfeng, who was trembling.
F * ck.
Father is here?
"If your grandfather, I, wasn't the principal, would it be my turn to die?" Director Zheng looked at him coldly.
"Last year when you entered the school, you said your grandmother died."
