Leon obediently sat down beside Vivian. In fact, he had only been punched in the corner of his mouth and was bruised. Usually, even injuries that were more serious than this did not need to be treated. In any case, they would heal in a few days. However, he did not want to say a word about this now. He enjoyed the heartache and reluctance in Vivian's eyes.
Vivian looked at the scars on her son's face. As she carefully applied the medicine, she frowned and said, "That bunch of bastards! Looking at your injuries, I feel that even a major demerit is too good for them!"
Deep down, Vivian was a protective person. She had completely forgotten about the four teenagers who had been beaten up by Leon.
Vivian asked worriedly. "How about Mommy sign you up for a mixed martial arts class? Even though they won't dare to do anything to you after this, I'm still worried they'll do something behind your back!"
