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Little Gugu had not said anything in the video. He simply raised his fist and swung it.

Simple, rough, and arrogant.

A punch had knocked out one of the boy's front teeth.

Ignoring the boy who was crying in pain, Little Gugu clapped his fair hands and strutted out.

After the video was played, the office was unusually silent.

The arrogant woman looked down, not daring to speak.

"I think I know who's right and who's wrong in this matter." Ye Qing stood up from the sofa, his expression cold.

"Your Highness, I'll make my son apologize to your son. I promise that he won't say those words again in the future."

Ye Qing took the video the teacher had copied and walked out of the office.

Little Gugu was carrying a small bag and was standing against the wall. When he saw Ye Qing coming out, he lowered its head. "Daddy, are you going to hit me?"