: Better to be

"Don't you understand what I said?"

The fat man is extremely arrogant.

He slapped the table hard: "Do you know who I am?

Do you know how much I will lose when I come here today?

Damn, can your family afford it?"

"Dad Haoyu, please calm your breath, calm your breath."

The head teacher quickly smoothed out the situation and smiled.

Then, she turned her head to look at Su Mo, but her expression was a little high: "Miss Su, you can see it too. Haoyu's face is very serious. I have to give Haoyu's father an explanation."

Su Mo is not a person who has never seen the world, he now understands it.

Eighty percent, this fat and big-eared father Haoyu should be a person with some social status.

But more importantly, Xiao Ya's father's identity has not been exposed, so it is recognized as a soft persimmon.

Parents of students in private schools are basically not short of money, but people who are not short of money also have different levels. They have no social status and only have money, but they will still be discriminated against.

Society is so realistic, even schools are no exception.

The fat-headed and big-eared father Haoyu doesn't need to have a high social status. He just needs to be taller than Xiaoya's father, and he will gain the upper hand in this confrontation.

Su Mo smiled faintly: "Teacher Li, I know very well what kind of children we little girl are... She is usually very obedient and well-behaved, and doesn't even speak loudly at home. Why is she so excited this time?

Xiaoya... talk to Aunt Su Mo."

The teacher's face was a little unnatural: "No matter what the reason, it was because Xiao Ya was wrong."

"Xiao Ya, tell my aunt why you have to scratch him."

Su Mo didn't care about Teacher Li's behavior, but just hugged Xiaoya and spoke gently.

The little girl's mouth sags and she will cry.

"Good boy, don't cry, don't be afraid, say it."

Su Mo touched Xiao Ya's head.

"He...he scolded me."

Xiaoya sobbed.

"What are you scolding?"

Su Mo raised his eyebrows.

"Speak for me...death mom!"

Xiaoya finally burst into tears, "Say me... dad doesn't want me."

"Your mother is dead! Teacher Li said everything!"

The fat boy Haoyu was not willing to be outdone and rushed out, "Your father just doesn't want you anymore, otherwise why would he never come to pick you up?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Teacher Li's face.

"My dad is not at home, so he comes to pick me up when he is at home!"

Xiaoya stood up, her face was so red that she shouted loudly.

"Your father just doesn't want you, your mother just dies, dies!"

The fat boy clenched his fists and was also hoarse.

Xiaoya rushed over with tears in her eyes and was about to beat her.

Haoyu's father, who had always disagreed, frowned, blocked his son with one hand, blocked Xiaoya's fist, and then casually tweeted, "Unlucky child, go there!"

Xiao Ya couldn't stand the power of this fat man. She stepped out so far and sat on the ground.

"Dare you dare to do it?"

Su Mo was furious.

"Everyone calm, calm down!"

When Teacher Li saw that things were about to get out of control, he immediately ran to the middle to smooth things over. "Dad Haoyu, let your son say a few words, Miss Su, look at this little girl's temper!"

"Teacher Li, as a teacher, how do you educate your children?

Let your child’s privacy be made public?”

Su Mo was extremely dissatisfied.

"I didn't say it...I don't know where the child knew it, I haven't said it anyway!"

Teacher Li is naturally quibbling.

On the other hand, in order not to leave a talk to Xiao Ya and Su Mo, Haoyu's father whispered to his son, telling him not to talk nonsense anymore and to ignore him if he talks again.

"I'm looking for the principal!"

Su Mo stood up suddenly, "This matter is not over!"

"You figure it out, my son is injured now, and you can't agree to my conditions, so let's just go and see!"

Haoyu's father stared at Su Mo with hatred, and glanced at Xiao Ya again, "Little girl movies, I have a mother to raise, but no mother to teach me!"

"You are not straight and the lower beam is crooked!"

Su Mo fought back loudly.

"Damn it, I've given you a face, right?

Damn little girl, dare to touch my son, try to move another one!"

Haoyu's father glared at Xiaoya a few times with a fierce look.

"Wow!"

Xiao Ya was frightened to tears by the other party's vicious eyes.

"Shame, crybaby!"

The fat boy Haoyu shaved his face and shouted loudly.

In the office, chaos is scrambling.

"That... Teacher Li... is busy?"

The office door is open.

A doorman looked at his head: "There is a parent of a child in your class who said he was looking for you."

Teacher Li was stunned.

Su Mo and Xiao Ya turned their heads at the same time.

"dad!"

When Xiaoya saw Wang Hui, she screamed and rushed to the ground. She didn't care about wiping her tears and threw herself into Wang Hui's arms.

When he saw that the real owner had arrived, Teacher Li winked Haoyu's father and signaled him not to make trouble for the time being.

The fat man with big ears stopped.

"You are such a dad, you are really helpless!"

Su Mo looked at Wang Hui with complaint, "Your girl has been bullied by someone, you will know that you are low-key... Now, do you dare to bully Xiao Ya!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Su Mo."

Wang Hui smiled awkwardly.

Su Mo doesn't owe him, he owes Su Mo.

Even if he was so interested in Xiao Ya, Wang Hui couldn't shy his face.

"Xiao Ya, tell dad, who bullies you, dad teaches him a lesson!"

Wang Hui picked up his daughter with tears on her face, and his anger ejaculated in his heart, but he still kept a smile on his face.

Teacher Li was about to speak, but Haoyu's father, who was fat and big-eared, spoke first.

"Your girl scratched my son's face. I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

Wang Hui glanced at the father and son, then softly coaxed his daughter: "Little Ya, don't cry, tell my father, what's going on?"

Xiaoya still pouted and sobbed with grievance.

Su Mo quickly explained the cause and effect of the matter.

After listening to it, Wang Hui remained silent.

Then he suddenly smiled and looked at the fat boy: "Class Haoyu, right? Is that true?"

The first-grade child is extremely simple. Haoyu’s father just told him that he had forgotten the child.
To be continued...