Lu Nanchen, whose face already had sharp features, looked even fiercer because of his anger, his eyes feeling as motionless as a dead marsh.
He thought, 'if a child is not disciplined, it is the father's fault.'
The old man was also angry, intimidated by Lu Nanchen's towering figure. Yet, his confidence surged when he noticed how cheaply Nanchen was dressed.
Just another poor person trying to look like something he's not.
Xiaobao attended Dawn Elementary School, a typical school where the majority of students were children of migrant workers, with a small number of affluent families.
"Are you insane? You mark up my son and then you want him to apologize?"
"He started it! He pinched me and tossed my notebook and pen that Xiao Sao bought for me onto the ground…" Xiaobao retorted from the side, his voice dwindling, tear stains under his eyes. His plump lips pouted out, making him look pitiful.
