The form teacher of Xiaoqi was small and skinny. Upon being pushed by her, he nearly fell. However, he stood firm like a hen protecting a chick. He had never encountered such a thing before. His body trembled in fear, and he did not know where he got his courage from. "Madam, how would you feel if someone else treated Junhao like this today? Junhao is your baby, and Xiaoqi is his parents' baby."
He thought that no matter how unreasonable a person was, they should feel empathy. They were all parents. Which child was not their parent's treasure? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Would she find it acceptable if the parents of other children were to scold her child?
"Mr. Zhao." Xiaoqi ran over and grabbed his hand, looking at him stubbornly. "Xiaoqi was not wrong. Mr. Zhao, you shouldn't beg her."
Where was Mommy?
When would Mommy come?