At the end, Mengmeng glared at the bald middle-aged man, wiped her tears, and hugged Keko, saying, "Sister, don't cry, Mengmeng will blow on it, and your face won't hurt anymore."
Liu Wentian looked at Mengmeng and noticed that even her hair was covered with sand, his gaze turned even colder.
"What happened?? What is going on!!"
The crowd had already rushed over; the female teacher glanced at the bald middle-aged man and then at Keko, a hint of schadenfreude flashed in her eyes before she shouted loudly.
"What's the matter?? This man hit Keko, can't you see that??" Liu Wentian shouted back.
"Your tone, what about it?? Can't you speak properly, mind your manners!!"
The female teacher coldly responded, then turned to the bald middle-aged man with a pleasing tone, "Mr. Zhu, what exactly is going on here??"
The calm on the face of the bald middle-aged man turned into a cold laugh, "What happened?? This little girl hit my son, I couldn't help but slap her!!"