The crowd of parents and students watching grew larger and larger, making this spot an obvious traffic jam, packed tight with no room to move.
"Mingzhe! My child! Oh my god, why did you hit my child!"
Mrs. Zhao ran out from somewhere, crying and yelling as she tossed aside her umbrella, and upon seeing her son beaten so miserably on the ground, she cried out in shock.
Her son is the hope of their whole family now!
"Stop hitting, stop hitting!"
While speaking, Mrs. Zhao wanted to rush in to help her son but found no place to intervene, helplessly seeking help from bystanders.
Qin Zhengrong understood the situation; after delivering a few blows, he stopped, looking down at Zhao Mingzhe with a fierce gaze and said.
"I warn you, never speak about my cousin again! Otherwise, I'll hit you every time I hear it!"
"What's there that can't be said! Qin Zhengrong, your cousin is just a jinx! A jinx! A jinx!"
