In the end, however, it was they who were the ones who suffered.
It's really not easy to make money these days.
The head of the teaching department felt utterly gloomy.
"We trust the director's words. Let the director handle this matter. I think the director will satisfy us."
Zong Yujin put away the handkerchief, opened the milk tea in his hand, inserted a straw, and held it to Luo Ling's lips.
I cried so much, I must have lost a lot of fluids, I need to replenish them.
Luo Miao obediently reached out and hugged it, his pale lips taking a big gulp through the straw, his cheeks puffing out.
The sweet taste filled my mouth, and I closed my eyes in satisfaction.
It tastes good.
"Slow down, don't choke," Zong Yujin gently instructed, letting go of his hand and taking out a small box from the bag, which he then opened.
A perfectly round crystal dumpling is placed inside.
As Luo Ling chewed on the pearls, his eyes widened immediately, sparkling as he looked at the crystal balls. He then tilted his head back and gazed longingly at Zong Yujin.
He said in a soft, sweet voice, "I'm hungry."
Upon hearing the pitiful voice, Zong Yujin's heart immediately softened, as if covered by a layer of water, sinking at the slightest touch.
Use the provided spoon to scoop up the meatball and feed it to his lips.
Luo Miao let out a loud thud and bit down hard, his eyes shining even brighter.
I don't know what these crystal dumplings are made of. They're soft and chewy on the outside, and when you bite into them, a sweet filling oozes out.
It instantly warmed my heart.
My mood has improved.
After finishing the meal, I drank a sip of sweet milk tea.
Luo Miao felt like he was a sweetheart right now.
He licked his lips, savoring the taste. It was delicious.
Holding the milk tea, he looked at Zong Yujin with exceptionally obedient eyes, still glancing at the bag expectantly, and asked, "Is there any more?"
That's a big bag, it looks like there must be a lot of stuff in it, right?
Zong Yujin looked at the person in front of him who was like a little glutton, amused and helpless.
He took out another small box from the bag, and just when Luo Ling thought he would continue to be fed, he watched the box wave around in front of him and then go back into the bag.
Luo Ling was stunned.
He stared wide-eyed at Zong Yujin, dumbfounded.
A falling ginkgo leaf landed right on his head, and coupled with his bewildered little face, it added a touch of cuteness to him.
I want to pinch it.
Zong Yujin's lips twitched, and he reached out to remove the fallen leaves from Luo Miao's head.
Luo Miao's gaze followed the movement, finally settling on Zong Yujin's hand, which she then placed on the bag.
The objective is clear.
Zong Yujin pretended not to see it and looked at the dean of students next to him, "The dean should know what to do, right?"
His calm yet menacing tone sent chills down the spine of the head of student affairs.
He shakily wiped his forehead and quickly replied.
"Don't worry, Young Master Zong, I will definitely give the two students an explanation."
The group of people who led the bullying instantly changed their expressions.
Already on edge, they were now even more terrified.
Offending Zong Yujin means offending the Zong family; my parents will beat them to death.
Without thinking about anything else, he quickly pleaded for himself and defended himself.
"Young Master Zong, you've misunderstood. We didn't bully Luo Ling."
"Yes, Young Master Zong, there's a misunderstanding here. We just had a little grudge with Wen Ran, who is in the same class, and we were discussing how to resolve it when Luo Miao suddenly rushed out. We really didn't do anything."
"Luo Ling, we were wrong just now. Please forgive us this once, okay? We are too magnanimous to hold a grudge."
Luo Miao, who was completely absorbed in eating, had a hint of resentment in his eyes.
He pouted and replied without thinking.
"No, they won't give me any food. I won't forgive them. They're so mean."
The group begging for mercy: "???"