"Huo Tinghao, what kind of attitude is that?"
Liu Xiaopang suddenly sprang up from his seat, pointing a chubby finger at Hao Hao angrily.
Hao Hao didn't look at him, coldly said, "It's so noisy."
Liu Xiaopang felt deeply provoked, moved his bulky body, and grabbed Hao Hao's clothes on one shoulder.
Hao Hao was quite thin, while Liu Xiaopang was famously strong in kindergarten, and with this grip, he managed to pull Hao Hao right off his seat.
Hao Hao felt slightly cold, then his little face fell, narrowing his eyes at Liu Xiaopang, "Let go?"
Liu Xiaopang was used to being dominant in kindergarten, not afraid of Hao Hao's "empty threats," and sneered, "Huo Tinghao, hand over your homework if you know what's good for you, or I'll show you my fists right now."
As he spoke, he gestured his pudgy fist towards Hao Hao.
Hao Hao pursed his little lips, frowned and struggled, but couldn't break free.
Seeing this, Liu Xiaopang laughed even more triumphantly.
