"You, the little brat without a dad, you're definitely losing this time!"
Such an infuriating voice came closer and closer. Mo Chuxi's initially dark expression turned even colder, more terrifying in that instant.
"You're the one without a dad!"
Yan Chenxi frowned deeply, fighting back without backing down.
"My dad is standing right here!"
"That's nonsense! He's not your real dad! You're lying!"
Teacher Lin immediately turned to scold the troublemaking buzz-cut boy with a stern expression.
"Li Ziyuan, how can you speak like that? Yan Chenxi has a dad! His dad is standing right there!"
"Ridiculous! He's not his biological dad!"
The arrogant buzz-cut boy argued back.
When his eyes met Mo Chuxi's cold and murderous gaze, he involuntarily shivered and quickly retreated behind his own bald dad.
"Well, yes… yes, my, my son isn't entirely wrong either."
The bald man stammered as he tried to defend his son, but stole a fearful glance at Mo Chuxi.
