He Zhenjiang, He Haolin, Zhou Yihang, Qin Shuai.
When Tao Yuan recited these names one by one, He Xunting's eyes widened and he froze, as if struck by lightning.
What does Tao Yuan mean by this? Is he implying that the person who hurt Yixin is the same mastermind behind those other incidents?
Thinking this, the usually astute and smooth-talking He Xunting found his lips trembling with fear. "Principal... Principal Tao, what... what are you trying to say?"
"I've said what can and should be said. As for what it all means, you'll have to figure that out yourself," Tao Yuan said, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't even think about seeking justice for your son. He brought this upon himself. To put it bluntly, he was courting death. If you don't want to become the next Zhou Yihang, you'll stand down, go home, and teach your son how to behave! Of course, if you're not afraid, you can always try flashing the weight of those fancy titles of yours around!"
