Mrs. Jiang's lips quivered, thinking about Jiang Nanshu's true feelings. It was she who had suffered from Song Yichen's bullying before she fought back.
Just about to say something.
Her phone rang.
Seeing it was a call from Madam Song, she didn't want to answer, but the ringtone nagged at her like a death knell, unsettling her.
She finally answered.
Before she could speak, there came crying from the other end, intermittently, "Shuling, you need to feel sorry for my Chenchen. His leg was dislocated, and his wrist was also misaligned. He won't be able to lift heavy objects for quite some time and needs a long period of rest. Chenchen's grades aren't stellar, and he was counting on winning art competitions to study abroad. This incident is such a setback, wuwuwu, what do you expect him to do now? He's still unconscious in the hospital bed while your daughter is perfectly fine, standing there. It's too much bullying, Shuling."
