"You are the bad one, you are the bad one! I won't apologize. I did nothing wrong, you are the ones at fault." The bratty kid shouted amidst his tears.
The woman who had been knocked to the ground was completely dumbfounded.
The child she had raised single-handedly wasn't just disobedient now, but had even started to physically fight her.
Only in his early teens, he had the audacity to yell at her.
As she fell to the ground, her arms and legs were scraped raw, bleeding through her clothes, yet she was too shocked to react.
Wen Zhiyao shook her head, a little brat like this was probably spoiled by his parents, reaping what they had sowed now.
"You little brat, so you won't even listen to me now? I'm telling you to apologize to me, and you must apologize." The lady still demanded an apology in a tough tone.
The kid viciously bit down on her arm and firmly held on, refusing to let go.
