"Are you talking nonsense? Your son wasn't beaten by Tang Feng at all—everyone just saw it was he who hit himself. If you don't believe me, ask them."
Amidst Shi Jingpeng's great dilemma, Mao Anyi spoke again.
"Shut up, my son would have to be crazy to hit himself!" Fan Mingyou simply didn't believe her words.
But Shi Jingpeng's eyes lit up—it seemed there might be a twist in this matter.
He promptly walked up to Fan Guang, staring at him coldly, "Fan Guang, I ask you, did Tang Feng hit you?"
"He hit me…" Fan Guang was about to respond instinctively, but when faced with Shi Jingpeng's piercing gaze, he felt somewhat guilty.
"I'll ask you once more, did he hit you or not?" Shi Jingpeng raised his voice, shouting at him.
Fan Guang immediately shivered, hastily shaking his head, "No… he didn't hit me."
