"Diu Diu, was it him who hit you? Speak boldly, Daddy's here!" Qin Han turned back and said to Diu Diu.
Fearfully looking at Wang Ziyang, Diu Diu said, "It was him."
"Little fellow, lying is not a good habit, oh. How could Ziyang hit you, given the big age difference between you?" the man said lightly.
"It was him who hit me, with a mop handle. He said I don't deserve to attend this kindergarten, that this is a place for nobles, and I am a poor person's child. I just ignored him, and then he hit me," Diu Diu said bravely.
Song Yuwei's eyes were about to spit fire as she looked at Qin Han and said, "Qin Han!"
At that moment, for the first time, Song Yuwei wanted Qin Han to resort to violence to resolve the matter—an older child, not only verbally insulting
a five-year-old but also resorting to physical violence.
Qin Han instantly understood the meaning in Song Yuwei's eyes and nodded, saying,
"Do you have anything else to say?"
