The principal introduced Gu Xinyan to her, "This is the mother of the child who was beaten, Miss Gu, the daughter of our school director."

"Hello." Ling Moxue held out her hand politely.

Gu Xinyan snorted, looked at her haughtily, and angrily said: "Why are you a mother? Your son behaved like a fool at a young age, and dared to fight in front of his teacher. Didn\'t he have a father to teach him?"

These bitter and insulting words made Ling Moxue\'s heart ache.

"Your son doesn\'t have a father to teach him!" Ling Qiyang rushed over and replied coldly.

Gu Xinyan\'s cheeks twitched in anger.

Ling Moxue held her son\'s hand, her pretty face sank slightly, she raised her head, and met Gu Xinyan\'s arrogant and cold eyes awe-inspiringly.

"Miss Gu, my son was born and taught by me. As a mother, I know better than anyone else what kind of temperament he is. You have no right to make false accusations! A slap can\'t slap, I think Qi Yang There must be Yuanyuan in the hands, do you dare to ask your son in front of me?"

So what if she is the daughter of the school director? In order to protect her own child, she, Ling Moxue, would never bow down to others because of her different status, only here.

Gu Xinyan was startled.

This woman looks delicate and elegant, with an orchid-like temperament, but she is dressed plainly. The bag in her hand looks like a Taobao item, and the clothes on her son are probably bought from a street stall.

A commoner, with a low status, who doesn\'t want to be timid, and doesn\'t give her any face.

As soon as she got angry, Gu Xinyan couldn\'t help but blushed. She pulled up her son who was sitting on the leather chair of the principal, "Xing\'er, tell me, who started the fight today?"

Mi Rongxing raised his hand slowly, and suddenly saw Ling Qiyang staring at him, with a piercing glint in his eyes, he was startled, and hurriedly pointed to his face, "It\'s me! I brought Mao Mao and the others to besiege Ling Qiyang\'s."

"You?" Gu Xinyan was so angry that she tugged his arm, "That\'s not what you said just now."

"Mom, I just..."

He turned his eyes, and suddenly saw a little pink figure flashing in the doorway, his face suddenly glowed, "I was afraid you would scold me just now, now I want to admit my mistake and get forgiven by the little princess."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Gu Xinyan away, ran over to hold Ling Qiyue\'s hand, "Little princess, I was wrong, can you forgive me? I won\'t ask someone to beat your brother again."

Ling Qiyue waved her hands in disgust, but seeing Gu Xinyan\'s displeased face, she immediately opened her mouth and smiled, "I won\'t blame you, my mom said, if you don\'t fight, you don\'t know each other."

Gu Xinyan\'s eyes widened, she looked at Ling Moxue for a while, and then at the little milk bag...

Is this how this woman educates her children?

On the other hand, Ling Moxue didn\'t turn around in embarrassment, and stroked her slightly sore forehead——

Baby, don\'t say what Mommy said.

It was an hour after returning from the kindergarten, and Manager Qiao was not there. Ling Moxue walked into the office and let out a long sigh of relief.

Sitting on the chair, she had just taken a sip of water when she heard a colleague and elder sister calling: "Ling Moxue, please send the design of Feng Chaoyang\'s ring to the CEO\'s office on the 36th floor."

"Hey!" She replied, put down the teacup, her expression froze again.

What? To the president\'s office?

Gu Mingxuan was leaning on the leather chair, holding a black pen in one hand and tapping the edge of the table repeatedly, resting on the armrest of the chair with the other hand and rubbing his chin, narrowing his eyes slightly, staring thoughtfully at the edge of the table. Looking at Ling Moxue standing in front of the table.

"President, I...I designed this." Ling Moxue felt that his gaze was too sharp, and just one glance made people flustered.

She didn\'t dare to look directly at it, she lowered her eyes, and carefully handed over the blue leather folder.