Yang Changming had reached the position of director, he was not someone who could be easily convinced by just a few words.
Looking at the newspaper, he sipped his tea calmly and studied his son for a while.
Yang Jie's guilty eyes kept darting around; he always felt like he had no secrets in front of his father.
Yang Changming asked him, "Why would they pick on nobody else but beat you up instead?"
Yang Jie was speechless and stuttered, "I don't know, I was just polite to him, told him not to mess with the girls at our school. Without saying a word, he beat us up."
Yang Changming shook his head in admonishment, "Do you even believe that yourself? Count how many times you've caused trouble since you started middle school? From First Middle to Second Middle, from Second Middle to Fourth Middle. And now you've transferred to Eighth Middle. Are you planning to attend every middle school in Binhai City?"
Yang Jie's face turned red, and he glanced at his mother for help.