Daji glanced at it, took the kite, and stuffed it into Zhou SiLang's hands before silently walking forward to stand behind the three of them.
The leader of the youths glanced at Manbao and pointed at her, "Scram, this is none of your business—we boys settle our fights ourselves."
Manbao swatted his finger away, "Who taught you to point at people when you talk?"
The youth was angered, "You dare to hit me?"
Manbao retorted, "Don't point fingers when you're talking!"
Mr. Zhuang couldn't stay seated any longer, so he stood up, walked over with a frown, and lightly coughed before asking, "What's all this commotion about?"
The fierce momentum of Manbao and the other two faltered, and they could only turn around guiltily and respectfully to greet him, saying, "Teacher."
