Not just the teacher had arrived. Even the upper management of the school had come too.
The Dean first looked at the crying Yan Qin, then at Bai Zhun, who was standing by the side with a cold look on his face. He suddenly felt that the situation was going to be a little difficult to handle.
"Come with me to the office first," said the Dean before turning to the third-grade class teacher. "Tell the children to go back to class. After that, you can come to the office too."
Such a thing had never happened in this school before. It was time for class, but some students had actually gotten into a scuffle.
"Inform the parents of these students to come to the school."
After the Dean finished his instructions, he rubbed his forehead and looked at Yan Qin, who was still crying. His brain was in a mess.
