The air around seemed to have frozen, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
Zheng Yuliang's eyes reddened, but he stopped the tears from falling. He took a deep breath, straightened his small frame, and answered with a determination beyond his years, "My mother may be gone, but she taught me to be strong and to respect others. You, apparently, haven't learned these lessons although you have a mother."
Having said this, he bent down and began silently picking up the scraps of paper on the ground, carefully collecting each piece.
He, who had always been bullied, rarely talked back because he knew it would only lead to worse bullying.
But this time, he couldn't bear it.
Upon hearing this,
Zheng Ronggang, furious, was about to move forward and punch the frail boy who was bending down to pick up the papers.
Being spoiled all his life, he had never been talked back at like this.
But unbeknownst to him,
A figure stepped between the two.
