No.7 Middle School Principal paused, somewhat incredulously looking at Shengsong's Father, "You're saying you want Student Ye to compensate you with two hundred thousand?"
"Otherwise?" Shengsong's Father acted as if it were a matter of course, "I sent my son to your school, not to let him be wronged!"
The principal subconsciously glanced at his major financial backer, no, at Yan Tingfeng.
"Principal, there's no need to look at me." Yan Tingfeng was just holding his thermos, slowly sipping tea, "Let it be as it should."
"Originally, this matter would have depended on whether Student Ye was willing to settle with you privately. How can you still have the face to make such a demand?" No.7 Middle School Principal sneered coldly, "Do you really not know about Sheng Song bullying other students at school?"
Shengsong's Father spoke confidently, "Let's stick to the facts. The incident of my son being bullied has even made it to the hot search on Weibo—"
