Shao Xi was a prideful person and wouldn't cry even when he was beaten up. Thinking that Shao Xi was in too much pain, Mu Jingzhe felt even more anxious. "Don't cry, Shao Xi. Don't cry. We'll go back and apply the medicine now."
"Did I say he could leave?" The ignored Zhang Fei had a surly expression on his face. "You're not allowed to leave until you finish your writing."
"How is he going to write when his hand is in this state?" Mu Jingzhe's countenance was equally sullen.
"Why can't he write? It's not broken yet, is it?"
"He can write just because it's not broken yet? Even when his hands are in such a state?!" Mu Jingzhe's temper flared up. "As a teacher, is it appropriate for you to say such things?"
"I'm strict with them precisely because I'm a teacher!"
Zhang Fei was also angry. "Mu Jingzhe, what is this? Am I in the wrong for being a responsible teacher?"
