When Zhang Yu saw Zhou Kai the next day, she was truly stunned to see a handprint on his face.
It hadn't faded even after a whole night, which means it wasn't just a normal slap—this was heavy-handed.
Of course Zhou Kai noticed Zhang Yu's gaze fixed on his face. He was just about to say something when she suddenly rode off on her bike.
She just rode away, leaving Zhou Kai infuriated.
He wanted to chase after her, but he remembered Zhao Xuan hadn't come down yet, so he had to wait for her.
When Zhang Yu learned of Zhou Kai's grades, she knew he wouldn't have it easy when he got home. But she didn't expect things to be this bad.
"And in such hot weather, he's wearing long sleeves." Zhang Yu recalled something she had previously overlooked.
If someone's still wearing long sleeves in this heat, Zhang Yu was sure he must have been whipped yesterday.
As an old father, he wouldn't just think his son wasn't good enough; he'd certainly think someone was holding his son back.
