"You! You're being unreasonable! My child has been in pain for days. How can it be fake?" A boy's mother continued to argue.
Qiao Yue laughed arrogantly, her eyes full of ridicule. "He's in pain and it's my fault? You're so interesting!"
With that, Qiao Yue turned to the teacher and said, "Teacher, you can check the surveillance footages from the first and third floors. You can analyze my movements compared to theirs to see if I caused trouble for them, or if I had other help."
At this moment, Qiao Yue's smile was a sign of unrepentance to these parent. Some parents were so angry that they wanted to hit Qiao Yue, but they were scared away by her bone-chilling gaze.
Since they couldn't attack her physically, they attacked her with their words. The mothers who initially cared about her face were now like runaway horses. They said anything and everything that was unpleasant to the ears, making the office look and sound like a dirty and messy wet market.
