Principal Yu is a man in his fifties, meticulously groomed with a touch of scholarly demeanor. Perhaps from spending too long in his little domain, he spoke and acted imperiously, always carrying a hint of disdain.

"Are you the one causing trouble at the school gate?"

"Principal Yu, hello, I am Liu Xiaoxiao's parent, regarding our Xiaoxiao..."

I spoke humbly and politely, but he rudely interrupted me.

"I don't care who you are, why are you causing trouble at my school gate?"

I thought I could reason with the principal face to face, but this old man was also stubborn, showing no intention of discussing reasonably.

My temper flared up instantly. Since the old man was clearly unwilling to have a proper conversation, I had to put in some effort to dampen his arrogance.

"Principal Yu, I believe you have heard about my actions at the school gate, although you didn't witness it yourself. If you don't want to discuss my child now, I have time to give you a private performance."

Principal Yu was furious, slamming his hand on the table, causing the teacup to jump.

"Are you threatening a comrade with thirty years of service? I started working at twenty-two, seen all kinds of storms. You, a little girl, want to intimidate me..."

The old comrade spoke with righteousness and heroism, ready to face death generously.

I admired the old man's stubbornness a bit, hoping that in the next few minutes, he would still remain calm and unyielding.

He glared fiercely at me, and I stared back at his eyes, unbuttoning my shirt one by one.

"What are you doing?"

The principal was no longer as composed.

Without a word, I took off my shirt and threw it on the principal's desk.

"Put your clothes back on..."

Before the principal could finish his sentence, I was already wearing a sports bra and heading towards the office door.

Now the principal was completely unsettled, losing his previous composure. Despite his age, he moved swiftly, taking three or five steps from behind the desk.

He wanted to stop me from leaving, but as he rushed over, he realized he couldn't do anything with my current attire.

The upper body was minimal, and I wore tight jeans on the lower half. The principal looked up and down, unsure how to stop me. In the end, he rushed to the office door and firmly blocked it.

"You can't do this, a female comrade should consider her reputation..."

At this point, the principal still wanted to use reputation to stop me? Ridiculous. He clearly didn't understand the parents of the post-90s generation. I wanted justice, and reputation wasn't that important.

"Are you blocking the door to do something to me?"