"Don't worry, I don't hit children."
Chen Haoran said calmly, "But I might hit parents."
Just like that.
A Mercedes-Benz G-Class sped along the road.
.....
"Zipeng!"
"Son!!"
A couple stood at the office door, and as soon as they saw their son, they immediately went up to him with concern, "Are you alright?"
The chubby boy, who had been holding back his emotions for a long time, started crying as soon as he saw his parents, "Dad, Mom... sob sob sob."
"As soon as Mom got your call, she rushed over. Luckily, Dad was driving nearby. What happened to your eye? Why is it bruised? Who hit you?!" Mrs. Xue immediately shouted, "Where is Miss Jiang?! Director Sun?!"
Liang Yaqi stood by, observing Mrs. Xue, calmly analyzing the character and emotions of the person before her.
Director Sun immediately stood up and said, "Ah, Zipeng's parents, is it? Come, let's sit down and talk."
"Sit down for what?!" Mrs. Xue pointed to her son's face and said, "Look at this, who hit him?!"
