Xu's dad, a big man over six feet tall, stood behind Xu Qingfan with his short sleeves pulled up to his shoulders, revealing muscular arms, like Galio making a heroic entry.
The parent who had been pushed over got up, ready to burst into anger, but when he saw Xu Aiguo's imposing figure, his temper suddenly subsided, "A crooked stick will have a crooked shadow; none of your family are good apples!"
Unable to engage in a physical fight, the parent switched to a war of words.
"Exactly! And they call this a noble elementary school, accepting all sorts of people, how unlucky!" said the mother of the son who ended up looking like a beaten pulp, chiming in.
Xu Aiguo glanced at the two people babbling incessantly, "Adults hitting kids and you puff up your chest? Son, tell me, what happened?"
