Lin Yan knew all about the saying, "A crooked beam makes a crooked rafter," and today she experienced it firsthand.
Yuan Zheng said, "Have your son apologize to my son, and we can let this go."
Lin Yan frowned doubtfully, "Apologize? For what reason?"
Zhou Jiajia, with an air of superiority, said, "You should know who I am, right?"
Lin Yan retorted, "Who you are, does that have anything to do with this matter?"
It was known that Zhou Jiajia held herself in high regard, treating the staff with an attitude reminiscent of ancient empresses commanding servants, nearly demanding bowing and scraping.
Zhou Jiajia, enraged, pointed at Ou's nose, "A kid with no father's discipline, I heard you're a single mother, right? Children without a father's guidance just don't turn out right. Poor my baby, being bullied by you."
Ou, with a bruised face, silently stared at Zhou Jiajia. The small boy, his face solemn, seemed cloaked in sullenness.