He clenched his fists and walked towards Zhao Chunhe's son step by step.

"beat……"

Before Xing Rui could even hit him, he heard a bang...

Liang Weiwei waved her hands and greeted some loud mouthed people.

"Wow……"

Zhao Chunhe's son was only ten years old. Liang Weiwei's beating was not very painful.

But Xing Rui's ruthlessness made the friends around him look on.

In humiliation and fear, the child finally burst into tears.

"You bully me, I'm going to tell my dad, ah ah ah..."

As he said this, the child rushed out without running around.

"Weiwei, who else?"

Xing Rui originally asked her daughter a question, but the children around her were so frightened that they all raised their fingers.

He fingered a little boy who was so frightened that he almost cried, and said,

"It's him, it's him. We didn't beat Weiwei. It wasn't us who beat Weiwei."

"Wow..."

The little boy, whose legs were trembling with fear, collapsed on the ground with his mouth wide open and started crying.
Chapter completed!