Translator: Larbre Studio
Editor: Larbre Studio
“How dare a bitch like you curse my son!” Mrs. Feng was furious. She was about to give Gu Xiaoran a slap…
Gu Xiaoran closed her eyes in shock. After a few moments, she felt nothing on her face, and opened her eyes.
The man in front of her was tall, and looked smart in a suit and shiny leather shoes. He had one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other was holding Mrs. Feng’s wrist firmly.
His handsome face was cold and aggressive, and the chill in his dark eyes was frightening.
Mo Qing!
Gu Xiaoran hadn’t expected him to come, “Why are you here?”
“What do you think?” He asked coldly.
Gu Xiaoran bit her lip and looked down.
“How many times have I told you not to bite your lip.” He frowned.
Gu Xiaoran quickly stopped. Mo Qing felt slightly better after seeing her rare obedience.
He took a cold glance at everyone.
“How are you related to this bitch?” Madam Feng screamed.
Bitch?
Mo Qing’s face turned grim, and he kicked Feng Gang, who was lying on the sofa, onto the ground.
Feng Gang laid on the ground and grimaced in pain.
Everyone was shocked.
Mrs. Feng froze for a moment before she could react. She ran forward, helped her son up, and glared at Mo Qing, “How dare you hit my son!”
“Who did you call a bitch?” Mo Qing stared at Madam Feng, his voice cold.
Mrs. Feng had just glanced at Gu Xiaoran when a shiny leather shoe stepped on Feng Gang’s chest, and Feng Gang immediately cried out.
“I will kick your son every time you call her names.”
Gu Xiaoran sniffed and almost cried. Her father had been very busy with work, so she basically lived alone, suffering and enduring in silence by herself.
No one had ever defended her that way.
“Call the police, there’s an assault!” Madam Feng shouted loudly.
The school counselor recovered from her shock, dashed to the table, and had just picked up the phone when the Principal rushed over, sweating.
The moment he came in, he smiled fawningly at Mo Qing, “Young Master Mo, this is just a trivial matter, it’s my oversight to have let it bother you.”
“Trivial matter? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known this is how the school handles things.” Mo Qing snorted coldly, his voice hostile.
The Principal wiped the sweat off his head, “Please don’t worry, I will settle everything.”
Seeing the Principal behaving in such a submissive manner, the sleeky school counselor knew that Mo Qing was no ordinary person—she quickly withdrew the hand that was about to make the phone call.
Ms. Feng was a little flustered. The Principal wouldn’t behave in such a manner even when he had met her husband. Who was that man?
Mo Qing walked to Gu Xiaoran, lifted her chin, and looked straight into her eyes, “Why did you hit him?”
Gu Xiaoran didn’t say anything but looked down. She didn’t want to look at him nor say that she had almost been humiliated by Feng Gang.
“Answer me.” Mo Qing’s voice turned cold, and his tone was overbearing.
“They followed me out of the car park … and bullied me …” Gu Xiaoran knew there was no way she could avoid it, so she had no choice but to speak.
“Who else was there?” Mo Qing’s expression became even colder.
“Sun Yang, Kong Zhixing, and …” Gu Xiaoran named them.
“They bullied you just because you said so? You are the one who injured my son, and now you’re accusing my son of bullying you, is there any justice?” Mrs. Feng sounded agitated.
“Go check the surveillance video.” Mo Qing looked coldly at the Principal.
“Sure, go check it immediately.” The Principal quickly instructed the person in charge.