Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

On the table.

The two brothers launched a fierce attack on the plate of egg pancakes and stir-fried dried radish.

Cong Ying held a bowl of porridge and ate it slowly and deliberately.

"Dabao, your dad said he bought a plane ticket for today and is rushing back." Cong Ying put down her chopsticks.

"Is my dad coming back?" Da Bao looked up.

"Yes. He was extremely anxious last night. He'll definitely go straight home when he gets to the new city today."

"I'm doomed, I'm doomed." Erbao's egg pancake tasted bland, and he said with a bitter face, "When my dad comes back and sees my face, he'll definitely beat me. Auntie, you have to testify for me, they were the ones who insulted me first."

"No, Auntie, you have to stop my hot-tempered dad."

"Now you're scared?" Cong Ying glared at him. "You stay home and recover. Be a good girl and listen to me."

Erbao immediately felt at ease and drank the porridge in his bowl in big gulps.

After breakfast.

Da Bao went to school, and Cong Ying went to Er Bao's school.

As soon as the door opened, Mr. Wang, the teacher from yesterday, was sitting at his desk grading homework.

Upon seeing Cong Ying enter, Teacher Wang's expression immediately turned cold.

"Zhou Yabo's parent, I have already severely criticized the children who were fighting."

But only Jiang Yi is from our class; the others are from nearby schools. Fights between classmates are normal; you can't keep disrupting the teaching."

Cong Ying walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Alright. Let's get this straight today."

"What's your attitude?" Teacher Wang frowned.

"Did Jiang Yi come to school today?" Cong Ying ignored her and asked directly.

"They're here."

"Call Jiang Yi and his parents here." Cong Ying stared at her.

"Zhou Yabo's parents, don't be unreasonable. It was just a fight between classmates. Jiang Yi was also injured, and the injuries on his face are no less than Zhou Yabo's."

I haven't even criticized Zhou Yabo for hitting someone yet. If you keep doing this, I'm going to report it to the security department.

The words "Security Department" didn't intimidate Cong Ying.

"Go and call them," Cong Ying said, raising her chin slightly. "It'd be best to go now. If the security department doesn't care, I'll turn left and go to the Daily News office. I know a few reporters from the New City Daily; should I invite them too?"

Teacher Wang's hand froze in mid-air.

"Who are you trying to scare? Can't we consider things from the child's perspective?" Teacher Wang's confidence waned.

"I never scare people." Cong Ying looked at her. "A few bumps and scrapes between children are considered roughhousing."

Pointing your finger at someone and calling them an unwanted wild child is called verbal violence.

As the homeroom teacher, you indiscriminately took sides without even asking what happened. I'll have a reporter come and ask, "Is this how teachers educate and nurture students?"

Teacher Wang's face turned ashen.

He's just trying to make a living at this school; if he really makes a scene at the newspaper, he'll lose his job.

"So what do you want?" Teacher Wang's arrogance vanished completely. "Jiang Yi is a mischievous kid, and his family is unreasonable too. I'm in a difficult position here."

"It's not that I haven't contacted Jiang Yi's parents. But his parents are... well, I'll just give you their address."

"The address," Cong Ying said succinctly.

Teacher Wang quickly rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a student information registration form. She tore off a piece of sticky note, scribbled a line of text, and pushed it in front of Cong Ying.

"This is Jiang Yi's home address. Go find his parents yourself." Teacher Wang was eager to shift the blame.

Cong Ying picked up the note, stood up, and without saying a word, turned and left.

Once outside the school gates, Cong Ying had made up her mind.

The teacher avoids problems and takes sides. If Erbao is under such a teacher, he'll suffer sooner or later.

When Zhou Fang comes back, we must discuss with him about transferring the child to another school.

Cong Ying glanced down at the note.

No. 53, Lane 4, Hongxing Second Village.

It's not far from the school.

Cong Ying headed straight for Hongxing No. 2 Village.

This area is an old, single-story housing district, with alleys so narrow that even a tricycle can't get in.

Sewage flowed everywhere, and the air was filled with the sour smell of fermenting swill.

Cong Ying walked deeper into the alley.

Just as I reached the door of number fifty, a sharp soprano voice suddenly rang out, piercing my eardrums.

"Jiang Jianguo, which vixen have you been fooling around with?"

Cong Ying paused in her steps.

The woman's shouts grew closer.

"You've made a few stinking bucks and you've become so slutty that you've forgotten what you look like? With your ugly face, every woman except me is after your money."

Then, a man's gruff voice roared back defiantly.

"Lü Xiuying. How dare you talk to me like that? All you do all day is play mahjong, do you even care about this family?"

"If you had a sense of responsibility, would I need to play mahjong every day?"

"I only look for women because you play mahjong," the man said matter-of-factly.

"So you finally admit you've been seeing a vixen!" The woman went berserk. "I'm going to skin that vixen alive today! Tell me, who is it?"

"Jiang Jianguo, you shameless bastard. I bore your children, and you're out there flirting with other women."

It was accompanied by a loud crashing and smashing sound.

A short, skinny man tumbled and crawled out of the courtyard gate.

He rushed headlong into the alleyway.

It just brushed past Cong Ying.

The next second, a woman wearing a bright red batwing shirt rushed to the front door.

The woman, with her exaggeratedly curly hair and an angry expression, was holding a plastic sandal in her hand. She swung her arm and smashed it at the man's back.

"Jiang Jianguo, don't come back after you leave. Why am I so unlucky to have been stuck with such a heartless person like you? I can't live like this anymore..."

The sandals traced an arc in the air.

It's unusually biased.

The man had already run far away, his slippers heading straight for Cong Ying's face.

Cong Ying reacted very quickly, instinctively tilting her head.

The slipper hit her shoulder with a "thud" and then fell to her feet. It still had a clump of grayish-yellow mud on it.

The wooden doors of several houses in the alley were ajar, but no one came out to mediate the fight.

Clearly, this kind of scene is commonplace here, and the neighbors are used to it.

Lu Xiuying was wailing loudly when she glanced out of the corner of her eye and realized that her shoe had hit someone.

Her shrewish, cursing demeanor vanished instantly.

"Ouch!" Lü Xiuying quickly slipped on her other shoe and ran over. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Girl, I wasn't paying attention, my hand slipped and I threw it way. Did it hurt you?"

Their expressions change faster than turning the pages of a book.

Cong Ying had been holding back her anger all the way here, ready to have a good argument with the other party about the issue of parenting.

Now, this anger was choked up by the scene before him.

She glanced at the dirty slipper on the ground, then at Lü Xiuying.

"fine."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Seeing her distinguished air, Lü Xiuying couldn't help but look her up and down. "You look unfamiliar, and your accent doesn't sound like a local. Are you looking for someone in this run-down alley?"

"I'm looking for Jiang Yi's parents," Cong Ying said, getting straight to the point.

Lü Xiuying was stunned for a moment, then slapped her thigh.

"I'm Jiang Yi's mother." Lü Xiuying was extremely enthusiastic, even the gloom from her fight with the man earlier had vanished. "You're looking for me? Did my little rascal cause trouble outside?"

Before Cong Ying could even speak, Lü Xiuying launched into a rapid-fire barrage of attacks.

"Don't worry, sister. As long as it's his fault, when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll skin him alive with a fire poker."

If he misbehaves, I'll hit him. If that doesn't work, his dad comes back and I'll hit him again. We can even have a mixed-gender beating. I'll definitely give you an explanation.