Qin Long shot the woman an ice-cold glare before turning to Principal Zou. "Principal, now the truth is out."
"He dares to stab a classmate with a fork at such a young age. This is intolerable!"
Principal Zou frowned and stroked his chin. He then said with an air of self-righteousness, "He was wrong to stab your sister. But your sister shouldn't have bitten him, either!"
On the surface, the principal's words seemed reasonable, and the teachers behind him nodded in agreement. Children should go to a teacher to resolve fights, not take matters into their own hands. The statement sounded fair, but Qin Long saw it as a deliberate attempt to favor Young Master Wang. After all, the principal's fawning demeanor was like that of a dog begging for scraps.
Seeing their brazen and indifferent attitude, tears began to stream from Xuexue's big, watery eyes. She clutched the corner of Qin Long's shirt, her head bowed, too scared to speak up.
