Mrs. Xiang's words were nothing less than a public threat.
Her unreasonable behavior disgusted everyone present, with contempt showing in their eyes as they looked at Mrs. Xiang.
The female principal didn't hesitate, standing her ground as she spoke: "If that's what Mrs. Xiang needs, then please go ahead, we'll be waiting for your 'complaint.'"
"You!"
Mrs. Xiang's face turned shades of green and white, looking as unpleasant as if she had eaten dung.
She handed the microphone back to Teacher Chang and stormed offstage in her high heels, bumping into Xiaoyi, who was on his way up.
"Ma'am, how about we make a bet?"
Dressed as a little gentleman today, Xiaoyi wore a black suit with a red bow tie and a checkered pocket square on his chest.
Standing there before Mrs. Xiang, his small stature was contradicted by the defiant and assured confidence in his youthful eyes, hands casually tucked into his pockets.