"Mr. Zhu! Please don't do this to us! My little Yun is young and doesn't know what he was saying. I'm sure he didn't mean it! I'll teach my son! This will not happen again, so please, just this once!"
The principal and the teachers had their eyes wide, watching the woman plead on her knees. Her son, on the other hand, frowned.
"Mommy, what are you doing?!" Little Yun marched to his mother's side, displeased. "Why are you saying sorry? I'll tell them to Dad and –"
"You should apologize for right as well!" his mother hoicked his arm down, subsequently making Little Yun fall to his knees. She placed her hand on the back of his head, forcing him to bow and plead with her.
Of course, their family was wealthy.
They had influence and wealth to give them the privilege of backing their arrogance. However, before the Zhu family, they were nothing.
