Yang Xuan's mother's attitude put a frown on the faces of all the teachers.
"Madam Xie, calm down. We can talk things out slowly," Xia Xibei's class advisor, Teacher Liu, said in a low voice, an awful look on his face.
"Talk things out? This godda*n girl hit our Xuan Xuan! Don't you see how injured our Xuan Xuan is?"
Yang Xuan's mother did not restrain herself, as loud and arrogant as ever. Even worse, she was fighting the urge to dash forward and give Xia Xibei a slap on the face.
"Teacher Zhang..." Teacher Liu shot a glance at Yang Xuan's class advisor, signaling him to speak up.
If they had believed Yang Xuan's words earlier, their suspicions were banished the moment they saw Xia Xibei.
Her face was pale, pretty face appearing slightly haggard, like a piteous little girl.
