Lu Rongrong's expression stiffened.
She had actually forgotten about the surveillance cameras in the classroom.
After all, no one had bothered to review the footage since they were installed.
If the headmaster and class teacher found out that she had provoked the situation, her complaint would be meaningless.
Lu Rongrong grabbed her mother's arm and shouted, "Mom, my hand hurts so much, it must be broken, it's killing me!"
Mrs. Lu's expression changed abruptly, and she hurriedly said, "Rongrong, let's go to the hospital first!"
Nan Yan saw that Lu Rongrong wanted to escape at the last moment, but she couldn't let her have her way.
"Lu Rongrong, your hand looks perfectly fine, not swollen or red. Does it really hurt?"
The headmaster and class teacher also looked at her hand that she was holding.
There was no trace of swelling or deformation, no visible sign of injury.
