Even though Song Zijing tried to appear calm, she was still just a nine-year-old girl.
Seven girls rolled up their sleeves and approached the two of them with sneers.
"So you guys are having your day too, always getting whatever you wanted at school. Teacher's little darlings, let's see if you can maintain your elegance under our slaps."
Without your brothers, I don't think you're better than us. You're just relying on the fact that you have two powerful brothers, strutting around at school every day. Xiao Wu, go get a basin of cold water. Give them a good bath; seeing those pretty dresses they're wearing makes me uncomfortable."
"Exactly, look at how they are dressed, those shoes must cost several hundred. We know your family is rich. Go get a pair of scissors and cut their hair."
"Right, and later smear mud on their faces so they remember obediently."
