In less than ten minutes, Ye Lang and his group arrived at the office.

At this time, the office was still in chaos.

Although Zhang Jiajia survived death, Zhang Jiajia's father kept shouting and scolding with the help of alcohol.

"...You know every day that you have nothing to do, right?

If you have the ability, find a higher floor and jump down. Do you deserve to know if you fall to death?

......Is it easy for me to make money for a day?

For you to go to school, what do you think you learned in school?

What else do you know about you except talking back after you go home?”

Zhang Jiajia's father's curse did not make Zhang Jiajia look like he knew to repent. Instead, he stared at his father with a pair of eyes full of viciousness. After his father finished speaking, she hid behind Hu Guobing and retorted to his father: "Old guy, are you so embarrassed to say that you are making money to support me in school?"

If my mother hadn't made money to let me go to school these years, I would have starved to death.

What do you know for?

In addition to drinking and playing cards every day, do you also know the word "making money"?

"Hey, you... dare to talk back?

Want to die, right?

If I don’t beat you to death today, I will be born to you in the future!”

As he said this, Zhang Jiajia's father actually picked up a chair from the ground and rushed straight towards Zhang Jiajia.

After seeing this situation, Ye Lang suddenly stepped forward, pulled Zhang Jiajia out, and placed it directly in front of Zhang Jiajia's father, and then said coldly to him: "If you do something today, you really beat your daughter to death, I admire you as a man. If you can't beat me to death, I will beat you to death today!"

Hearing Ye Lang's words, Zhang Jiajia's father suddenly became timid.

He opened his mouth, licked his dry lips, and pointed at Ye Lang and said, "What are you?

Get out of here."

"... the person who should get out... it's you. Please make sure that this is the school and our teacher has the final say. Even if you are Zhang Jiajia's father, you have no right to mess around here."

After Ye Lang finished speaking like this, he suppressed the anger in his heart as much as possible and continued to question Zhang Jiajia's father loudly: "Also, I... now ask you, how much living expenses have you given Zhang Jiajia since she went to school?"

When Zhang Jiajia's father heard this, he was speechless.

Ye Lang stared at Zhang Jiajia's father coldly, nodded heavily, and continued to ask: "Okay, I know you didn't give much, or you would also find reasons to say that you forgot.

Then let me ask you, how much money did you give Zhang Jiajia in the past two months?"

Ye Lang asked again loudly, and the veins on Zhang Jiajia's father's forehead swelled up and he said viciously: "...How much did I give my daughter? Do you still need to report it to you?"

"Haha, if I guess correctly, you... shouldn't give a penny.

Don’t think I can’t see anything. Just a guy like you is worthy of being a father?

You are left on the street and are not even as good as a low-level little guy.”

Ye Lang was also angry. Although he knew it was inappropriate to insult the parents of students in front of his students and other leaders in the school, the reality made him vent his anger.

Zhang Jiajia's father's eyes were red, and he held the bench in his hands tightly, standing there without saying a word.

After seeing the expression on his man's face, Zhang Jiajia's mother hurriedly choked and said to Ye Lang: "Principal Ye, stop talking, is it not okay for my child to go to school in the future?

Please, stop talking..." Ye Lang looked at Zhang Jiajia's mother with a bitter face and said, "Sister, what are you saying?

Your daughter is so old, what else can you do if you don’t go to school?”

"Working, isn't it okay to go out to work?

I believe she should be able to support herself after she goes out.”

Ye Lang looked at Zhang Jiajia's mother saying this heartbrokenly. He could feel that Zhang Jiajia's mother was still full of fear of the man in front of him.

After taking a breath, Ye Lang said earnestly: "I know that as teachers in the school, we only have the right to manage students' affairs, and we do not have the right to manage your family's chores.

But from another perspective, sometimes for the sake of the healthy growth of students, if I don’t care about this matter today, I am not worthy of being the vice principal of this school.

Sister, I’m asking you very seriously now, is the man in front of me often attacking you at home?"

Zhang Jiajia's mother looked at her man and said to Ye Lang: "No, he didn't..." Ye Lang said resolutely: "It's impossible not, I can see that the look of your eyes full of fear is enough to show that the bastard in front of you must be attacking you frequently at home."

Sure enough, after Ye Lang said this, Zhang Jiajia next to him shouted: "Mom, when is it now? Why haven't you said it?"

After crying and saying this, Zhang Jiajia shouted directly to Kong Chaoshan and several other police officers in front of him: "I report, I report my father, he often beat my mother at home.

Also, my mother's two ribs were interrupted by my father two months ago."

Hearing this, Kong Chaoshan frowned and asked Zhang Jiajia's father in front of him coldly: "Have you hit someone?"

Zhang Jiajia's father snorted coldly, and sneered disapprovingly, saying, "I'm going to beat me, what can you do to me?"

I'll tell you the truth. Even if I beat this dead woman to death, what can I do?

Can you still capture me?

He is my wife, and it is normal for him to be beaten and scolded."

Seeing Zhang Jiajia's father say this with confidence, Ye Lang no longer planned to hold on.

He came to Zhang Jiajia's father in three or two steps, slapped Zhang Jiajia's father in the face with a big slap.

"......Arrogant and domineering at home, are you... also considered a man?

I will teach you how to be a human being. When I arrive at the police station, I will ask the police uncle to teach you how to do things."

After Ye Lang slapped Zhang Jiajia's father to the ground, he said word by word with a cold face.

Zhang Jiajia's father looked at Ye Lang incredibly, his lips trembled slightly, and he stammered: "You, you...beat me?"

Who gives you the right to hit someone?"

But he didn't want to stand on one side of Kong Chaoshan, but said loudly: "Has anyone beaten someone?

I didn't see it, I only heard someone breaking his wife's ribs at home."

After saying this, Kong Chaoshan said earnestly to Zhang Jiajia's mother next to him: "Sister, it's like this kind of thing, you can call the police to deal with it.

What else have you ever lived with this kind of man?
Chapter completed!