The speaker was indeed the child's father.
Wen Mian turned around, trembling, just in time to meet his gaze.
In that moment, Wen Mian could see what seemed like a burning fire in the other's eyes.
Immediately after, without waiting for Wen Mian to speak, the child's mother continued to press, "How is Tingting? What's going on now? What on earth happened to Tingting?"
Wen Mian stammered, unsure of how to respond.
But Chen Meiqi by her side spoke up before her.
What was said was true, yet it made Wen Mian feel uncomfortable inside.
"The child has a fracture, and the situation is somewhat serious."
With just a brief statement, Wen Mian felt somewhat guilty.
As expected, the child's father flew into a rage on the spot.
If it hadn't been for the child's mother holding him back, he might have slapped Wen Mian across the face.
"What did you say? A fracture? Serious? What exactly happened? Whose class was Tingting in at the time?"
Wen Mian felt guilty, knowing she was at fault.
