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It was pure distress.

Distress so strong she wished she could grab the person who injured her son, slap them around, and even making them spit blood wouldn’t be enough to quell her anger.

“We are at a loss,” Lin Yajing admitted helplessly: “Yi Xingling’s grandmother said that if her grandchild causes trouble at school in the future, we shouldn’t concern ourselves about it. Rather, we should give the addresses of their home to those parents whose children are being bullied by her granddaughter. They can go to her directly, and she will personally apologize and compensate them.”

As Lin Yajing spoke, she handed Ye Xingbei a refined business card, “Ms. Ye, Yiyang’s mother, this is the address of Yi Xingling’s home. If you can’t swallow this, go find them, but…”

She paused, then after hesitating a bit, added: “I heard that the top-ranking official in our Jiang City is a close confidant of Yi Xingling’s grandfather. You guys…sigh…”

She left her words hanging, stroked the little one’s head, and mumbled, “Ye Yiyang, stay away from Yi Xingling since she doesn’t listen to others, okay?” The little one obediently nodded.

Lin Yajing gave him a warm smile, then turned to Ye Xingbei and said enviously: “Yiyang’s mother, you’re really lucky. Yiyang is especially clever, a little genius. You hardly seem twenty-years-old, yet your son is already this big. If you didn’t say otherwise, I would’ve thought you were Yiyang’s older sister.”

Ye Xingbei managed a weak smile in response, but was not in the mood for small talk.

Seeing her irritation, Lin Yajing chuckled awkwardly, “I’m really sorry, Yiyang’s mother. Our principal can’t even stand up to that child’s family. We are forced to turn a blind eye. In the past, some parents did approach their family. They just apologized politely and agreed to compensation. But Yi Xingling remains incorrigible. After all, she’s only an eleven-year-old child; no one can do anything with her.”

“Eleven?” Ye Xingbei frowned, “Are third-graders not supposed to be nine?”

“Not all of them are nine. Some start school earlier, some later. Yi Xingling was unwell when she was young and started school late; she only started first grade at nine,” Lin Yajing glanced at Lingyue, who was standing by Ye Yiyang, her eyes flashing pity. “Lingyue started school early; he started first grade at six and is now eight.”

Ye Xingbei followed her gaze.

Seeing Ye Xingbei look at him, Lingyue looked somewhat embarrassed. Stiffening, he greeted Ye Xingbei: “Hello, Auntie.”

“Good boy,” Ye Xingbei suppressed her anger and irritation, and replied with a calm tone: “Thank you for helping Xiao Shu.”

“You’re welcome,” Lingyue gratefully replied. His handsome face was strained, yet he still said politely: “Xiao Shu is my classmate. I like him, and so we should help each other.”

“Right!” The little one grabbed Lingyue’s hand and proudly declared, “Mom, Brother Xiao Yue is my best friend. If Brother Xiao Yue helps me, I will help Brother Xiao Yue. We are brothers in life and death!”

“Brothers in life and death?”

A smile played at the corners of Ye Xingbei’s mouth.

Can Qingrun cure her son’s habit of using chaotic phrases?

She could tell that her son likes Lingyue very much and is proud to have him as a friend.

In Z country, her son always stayed in and didn’t have many peers, nor did he go to kindergarten.

Her son never had friends before.

In the past, she thought she had taken good care of her son.

It was only after coming to Jiang City that she realized she was indeed taking care of her son’s physical needs well, but she had neglected his emotional world..