Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

And he'll make her pay today.

Ye Niannian saw that he was glaring at Ye Sang, and Ye Niannian immediately rolled his eyes unhappily, “What are you looking at? Is my woman someone you can look at?”

Ms. Liu: “…”

This bunch of naughty children really need to be corrected.

“Enough. All of you, shut it.” Ms. Liu sighed as she touched her forehead. She waved at the little girl and softened her voice, “Come here, good Sangsang.”

“Come to me.”

Ye Sang ran into Ms. Liu's arms and tears in her eyes finally rolled down at the warmth of a woman.

“Mommy…”

“Sangsang misses mommy…”

She sobbed as she buried her head in Ms. Liu's arms and Ms. Liu felt her heart falling apart.

“Don't cry baby, I'm here.” The woman wiped her tears away and knew that she was truly upset.

The little thing grabbed her clothes and sniffed, forcing her tears back and stopped crying.

Ms. Liu knew that she was easy to comfort and sighed slightly when she stopped crying.

She stood up with a stern face and looked at the three boys with swollen faces, feeling upset that they failed to meet her expectation, “You are definitely the worst cla.s.s I've had!”

Ye Niannian mumbled, “Miss, you will have to take the next worst cla.s.s after we graduate.”

They go on and on every day without an end.

Ms. Liu rolled her eyes at him.

“Let's go.” She breathed deeply and led the four turnip heads to the teacher's office, “Fine, fight, but it just has to be the exact same people.”

“Ye Niannian, Su Ruirui. You two are quite the guys, aren't you?”

These two were the naughtiest in the cla.s.s and now they fought with Zhao Yuan again.

Whenever Ms. Liu saw them, her head started to hurt.

The woman's tender hands held the little girl's tiny hands as headed out first, the three boys exchanging a glance with each other. None of them wanted to let each other go first.

Zhao Yuanyuan was annoyed and because he was fat, he squeezed Ye Niannian into the corner.

Su Ruirui quickly pulled him back.

Seeing that Zhao Yuan was cras.h.i.+ng into the wall, Ye Niannian quivered and thought that he would be flat had Zhao Yuan fell on him.

He pouted angrily and kicked Zhao Yuan's b.u.t.t.

On the way to the teacher's office, the boys continued to kick and hit each other. When they finally arrived, the boys' hair and clothes were a huge mess.

Ms. Liu brought them inside, and Mrs. Zhao, who was talking to Ms. Xu saw a swollen Zhao Yuan and widened her eyes.

“How did this happen?” The woman shrieked.

She dashed forward and cupped Zhao Yuan's fat face, feeling hurt.

Ms. Liu smiled awkwardly and explained to the other children's parents, “These children had a fight…”

A few children fought and they can't judge who's right or wrong, could they?

Mr. Zhao stood up and saw the wounds on his baby boy's face, frowning unhappily, “What do you mean by children's fight? My son got beaten up like this and you are telling me it's just children fighting?”

He glared at Ye Sang and the others, interrogating coldly.

Under his dad's death glare, Ye Niannian straightened his neck, “It's not called a fight!”

Su Ruirui also struggled for the last time before his death, “Exactly! It's clearly us two beating his d.a.m.n fatty one-sidedly!”

Ms Liu: “…”

She couldn't help but question her life.

What's wrong with kids nowadays? 

“You…” Mrs. Zhao hugged her child and widened her eyes in fury, “How could you say that?”

“How did your father raise up a mannerless…” Her fingers trembled as she scolded, but before she could speak, Mr. Ye's face also fell.

His family had been a family with a literary reputation. Although Ye Niannian was naughty at his age, he wasn't an unreasonable child either.

When he heard that these children fought, Mr. Ye never believed that his child started it first.

“Madam Zhao.” Mr. Ye's face turned dark first, “The children fought, shouldn't you ask what happened before defending your child?”

“You are calling us mannerless but I really don't see where your manners are.”

Mrs. Zhao saw that it was the Ye family's head, and her arrogant flames slowly extinguished.

Although the Zhao family had some capital because of the mining mountain in Salt city, just like what Huo Yao said, it belonged to the country. They didn't have the guts to start extraction.

They would be seeking their own death if they did.

Mr. Zhao frowned. Of course he knew that all the children here were either wealthy or n.o.ble, none of their parents were easy to deal with.

“Then he…” Mrs. Zhao didn't want to give up and pointed at Su Ruirui, but he pouted and threw him into his dad's arms with a loud 'wah' and accused, “She's bullying me!”

The Su family was also quite a character in the upper cla.s.s, Mrs. Zhao's face became pale at the sight of him.

She bit her lips, knowing that she can only pick on the weakest, she immediately s.h.i.+fted her glance to Ye Sang.

The little thing just finished crying and the red scratch marks on her face were exceptionally obvious on her pale face.

Shen Chuchen leaned back on the couch lazily. He almost fell asleep from the teacher's chatterings and he put a magazine over his face, looking like he didn't care about what happened.

When he was fast asleep, a little milky ball flew into his arms.

Shen Chuchen opened his eyes slightly and hugged the little thing, planning to go back to sleep as he yawned.

But before he could finish thinking, a woman's sharp voice sounded.

“My Yuanyuan can't have just gotten beaten up for no reason, can he?” Mrs. Zhao's voice was sharp and asked with Zhao Yuan in her arms: “How did you start the fight?”

Fight? 

Shen Chuchen opened his eyes lazily and his forehead throbbed furiously.

The man sat up and stopped sitting as if he didn't have any bones. His peach blossom-like eyes were raised slightly, and his glance towards Mrs. Zhao sent chills up her spine.

Mrs. Zhao secretly pinched her palm and thought:

Who knows which corner this man popped out from, she shouldn't be scared at all. 

She had seen people from the Su and Ye family, but the man looked like he was living off a woman despite his good looks.

Shen Chuchen immediately noticed the obvious scratch mark on the little thing's face and a chilliness flashed across his eyes. He pulled his lips up and sneered, “You fought?”

The little thing's voice was as tiny as a fly, “Mhm…”