"Are you saying that I'm lying?"
Chen Ying adjusted her black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, her expression slightly displeased.
"Teacher, you've misunderstood me. I just want to understand the incident from beginning to end."
"What prelude and consequence could exist between kids? I've taught many classes and seen small squabbles often, but this is the first time I've seen a child cry like this from being hit."
Chen Ying was very impatient, as the chubby kid's crying was incessant, as if he had lost an arm or a leg.
Chi Youyou frowned. She could clearly sense the teacher's dislike, especially with the words just spoken, which were almost calling them uncultured children from the countryside.
"Chi Zaozao, you tell us."
Seeing this, Chi Youyou directly turned her head to ask Chi Zaozao.
Even if Chi Zaozao did hit someone, she believed there must have been a reason.
