After entering Mr. Qian's class, the smile on my daughter's face became less and less by the day, and later, she hardly ever smiled again.
When we took her to the hospital, the doctor said that the pressure from studying might be too much, and that she had psychological issues.
It wasn't until a few days ago that I found out, my daughter had been suppressed by that beast Qian to this extent.
I hated myself for always nodding and bowing every time I saw him, just hoping that Mr. Qian would take extra care of my little girl.
Little did I know that he was the main culprit.
Qian was beaten and screamed miserably; he wanted to resist, but foul soup had flowed into his eyes, blinding him and making it nearly impossible to discern any direction.
By the time he finally managed to escape back home, Qian felt intense pain all over his body, as if his ribs were broken.