"I heard from Teacher Xu that you caused trouble for her?" The voice across sounded tired, but full of reproach. "Can you stop picking fights for no reason?"

"Is it because the other person is younger than you, so you're jealous? Can you stop making things difficult for a young girl? Do you want everyone to become as resentful as you before you're satisfied?"

I stood frozen in place, all words suddenly stuck in my throat.

Qiao Feng became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if I were some unforgivable villain: "Lin Rongyu, what else do you want? This is the best class I paid a lot for Xiao Yun to join. Can you stop causing trouble? Do you want Xiao Yun to be bullied like before?"

Mentioning the past, my face instantly turned cold, and I had no desire to say more: "Get lost."

Then, I hung up the phone directly, giving Qiao Feng no room to maneuver.

Xiao Yun was bullied on campus before because someone envied her grades, falsely accusing her of stealing. Qiao Feng, knowing it wasn't Xiao Yun, still slapped her across the face.

Later, after finding out the truth, to justify himself, he said, "It's because this kid often steals at home and doesn't speak, that's why I misunderstood."

Since then, Xiao Yun spoke less and less. At first, I had no idea what was going on.

Until a few days ago, when I finally had time to attend a parent-teacher meeting for Xiao Yun, I learned the whole story. I was furious and immediately called Qiao Feng to the school office to explain.

But he couldn't bring himself to admit his mistake, and we had a big argument at school. In the end, in a fit of anger, I processed Xiao Yun's withdrawal from school.

These days, I've been considering divorce. I thought Qiao Feng taking on Xiao Yun's transfer was an apology, but it wasn't at all.