Shangguan Ye's face was bright, but he straightened his waist and said, "Teacher, you don't need to call my dad. He is very busy and has no time to come to school!"
The teacher hesitated, "How is that possible? Tell me your father's phone number and he will definitely come."
Shangguan Ye didn't speak.
Other children gloated and interjected, "Teacher, don't call his daddy. His daddy doesn't want him anymore and he won't come."
The teacher looked at these little friends seriously and criticized, "Who taught you to say these words? Children are the treasures of their parents, and so is Shangguan Ye! If anyone dares to say such things again in the future, the teacher will definitely punish them.
I’ll punish you!”
The other little friends didn't dare to speak.
The teacher continued to ask, "Shangguan Ye, what is your dad's phone number?"
Shangguan Ye pouted and then reported a series of numbers.
The teacher enters the number and dials it.
After two beeps, the other end was connected. It was a man's voice, deep and magnetic, "Hello,..."
"Hello, hello, are you Shangguan Ye's father? I'm a kindergarten teacher. Something happened to your son Shangguan Ye at school..."
"What? What happened?" The man's voice on the other end suddenly turned cold, and there was a bit of sharpness in the coldness, which made people feel lonely.
The teacher felt so stressed that his voice trembled, "It's like this, Shangguan Ye got into a fight with some... classmates at school, and I..."
The teacher heard the other end's breath suddenly sink, "I'll be there soon!"
The phone was hung up.
…
The parents of the other four little friends all came over. They looked at the stain on their son’s face and felt very hurt. “My dear, who hit you so hard that it hurt like this? Does it hurt?”
, come here, mommy."
"Baby, why are you fighting? Did he start the fight? Tell daddy and daddy will support you!"
"Yes, that's him, he hit us first!" The little friends complained one after another.
Several parents were protective. When they heard their children complain like this, someone immediately rolled up their sleeves and glared at Shangguan Ye fiercely, "Hey, little kid, you know you can't hit anyone?"
Shangguan Ye stood straight to the side. Compared with other children who had parents' caring greetings, he seemed very lonely. He raised his head and glanced at the parent, and then retorted indifferently, "That's them."
The one who cursed first!"
"Hey, I said you're such a rude little kid. Where did you come from, you little bastard?" A parent immediately stepped forward emotionally.
At this time, a deep magnetic voice sounded, "Who are you talking about, the little bastard?"
As soon as the parent stopped, everyone turned to look at the man walking in the corridor. He was so tall, about 1.8 meters tall that everyone had to lift their heads to look up at him. He was wearing a black shirt and black trousers.
Lined with expensive fabrics, he was tall and handsome. He walked over casually, his gestures and gestures showing an inhuman alienation and indifference.
Several parents were shocked. They had never seen such a handsome and stylish man, and his aura was so strong that they did not dare to look at him.
By the way, this man looked familiar. They seemed to have met him somewhere before.
Shangguan Mo's hawk-like eyes fell on these parents, and he looked around casually, "I'm asking which of you is the bastard?"