The office wasn't very big, a bit small actually. Song Qiao stood there listening to those parents' quality control and questioning, and finally understood—it's not her son fighting, but her daughter fighting. And her daughter took on three at once...
Song Qiao's only thought was... unbelievable.
Since when did her daughter become so skilled? She can take on three by herself and isn't even hurt. Did her daughter secretly learn some Shaolin Temple martial arts?
Lu Wangshu pursed her little lips standing beside Song Nianhuan, her eyes fixed on the crying Feng Tingting across, revealing a hint of coldness.
If bullying her sister wasn't enough, now she dares to cry so intensely, making others believe Huanhuan really beat her badly.
Shameless!
Song Qiao glanced at the few children crying intensely, then looked at those parents who were pressing her for a satisfactory answer. She just felt her annoyance was slightly painful, uncomfortable...
