The sudden intrusion of the voice stunned everyone for a moment, and then they looked to the side in disbelief.
Fang Chenghan opened his closed eyes again. Seeing a familiar figure, he felt a surge of emotion, but remembering his experiences over the past few days, he turned his head away with a face full of resentment.
"Fang Zhiyi? How... how did you get in?" Hong Yanwen was the first to react, looking at Fang Zhiyi in confusion.
"I walked in." Fang Zhiyi strode up to him. "It seems you've been taking good care of my son."
Hong Yanwen's expression changed quickly. "Oh, this is just a misunderstanding. Chenghan didn't sleep at night and went to climb the wall. Weren't we just afraid something might happen to him? So we just gave him a little punishment as a warning."
He glanced at the wooden stick in his subordinate's hand, signaling him with his eyes to put it away quickly, and then said to Fang Zhiyi, "If you want to visit your child, you need to make an appointment by phone first. How did you just come straight in? Weren't the people at the gate..."
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at Fang Chenghan. "Those two pieces of trash at the gate? I'm really not criticizing you, but school security is very important. Hiring two pieces of trash to guard the gate is too much of a joke." Saying this, he casually tossed a walkie-talkie onto the ground.
Hong Yanwen recognized at a glance that it was their school's dedicated walkie-talkie!
"Well..." He wanted to say something else.
Fang Zhiyi ignored him and walked straight up to his son.
Fang Chenghan also turned his head at this moment. Having been locked up all night, his whole body ached. Seeing Fang Zhiyi now, the resentment in his gut suddenly exploded.
"You finally decided to show up? You probably wanted me to die so you could find another woman to marry and have a new son, didn't you?"
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "You really lack manners." He raised his hand.
Everyone thought Fang Chenghan was about to get a slap in the face, but as a crisp sound rang out, one of the instructors holding Fang Chenghan spun around and fell headfirst to the ground.
"Didn't I fucking teach you to be polite?" Fang Zhiyi cursed, and with another kick, he sent the other burly man, who hadn't yet reacted, flying two meters away.
"Fang Zhiyi, what are you doing??" Hong Yanwen finally reacted, asking angrily.
Fang Zhiyi looked back at him. "What am I doing? Disciplining my child, of course." As he spoke, everyone watched in astonishment as he pulled a smooth, sleek bamboo cane from his sleeve.
"No matter what, this little brat is my son. I can hit him, but you cannot."
As he spoke, the bamboo cane in his hand lashed down. Fang Chenghan paused for two seconds before jumping up, clutching his buttocks. The pain of this thin bamboo cane whipping his backside was much worse than getting into a fight!
Just like that, the whole school's students and those instructors watched Fang Zhiyi chase Fang Chenghan around, whipping him with that thin bamboo cane. Fang Chenghan went from being tough at the beginning to gradually softening, and finally, he simply burst out crying.
"This one is for bullying your classmates."
"This one is for talking back to your teachers."
"This one is for not respecting your elders."
"And this one is for wasting my money!"
Fang Chenghan didn't understand. From childhood until now, Fang Zhiyi had never hit him. Yet today, he actually whipped him in front of so many people, and specifically targeted the most painful spots. Even if he was defiant, there was nothing he could do. Tears fell uncontrollably, and eventually, he just loudly begged for mercy and apologized.
Seeing him like this, Fang Zhiyi put away the bamboo cane with satisfaction.
"You should know, it took me two whole days to find such a perfect bamboo cane."
Watching this farce end, Hong Yanwen frowned. This incident was too unexpected. He first ordered the students to return to their classrooms, then looked at Fang Zhiyi, still maintaining a smile. "Why don't we go sit in the principal's office for a bit?" He was a bit confused about Fang Zhiyi's intentions now. Did he really come here just to beat his child?
Fang Zhiyi looked at the two instructors who had faces full of defiance. "And them?"
"Them... they have thick skin, they're fine." Hong Yanwen's reason told him it was best not to offend a nouveau riche like Fang Zhiyi if he could avoid it; after all, he could still get money from him.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the aggrieved Fang Chenghan. "What? Do you expect me to help you up?"
Fang Chenghan instinctively covered his buttocks. "I'll walk by myself."
Looking at his father's back ahead of him, Fang Chenghan felt he was somewhat of a stranger. Although he was scared, it didn't mean he had submitted.
But since Fang Zhiyi was here, he absolutely had to leave this place.
Thinking of the things he had seen over the past two days, Fang Chenghan wiped his tears. No, he had to find a way to expose all these things. This school was simply a monster's lair!!
Finally, as they approached the principal's office, Fang Chenghan hesitantly spoke up, "Hey."
Fang Zhiyi didn't stop.
Fang Chenghan gritted his teeth. "Dad!"
Only then did Fang Zhiyi stop walking and look back at him.
And Hong Yanwen, who was at the very front, also stopped and turned to look at him, his eyes full of warning.
The two burly men following behind also stepped closer. Fang Chenghan felt a bit nervous. He remembered his roommate, that little guy with glasses, who had been punished to stand for half the night balancing a basin of water on his head just because he was hungry and sneaked half a steamed bun.
Could he speak up?
Just as this thought popped into his head, Fang Zhiyi suddenly glared. "What the fuck are you looking at? Still defiant, huh?"
He pointed directly at the two burly men, and his sudden furious shout even startled Hong Yanwen.
"You two, stop acting like that. Mr. Fang is my distinguished guest."
The two burly men backed away slightly, looking somewhat unresigned.
Fang Zhiyi's behavior made Fang Chenghan feel very unfamiliar with him, but it also gave him some courage.
"This school... they abuse the students!"
He lowered his voice, which carried a hint of a tremble.
In just two short days, he had seen too much. Corporal punishment and beatings were practically everyday occurrences here.
Fang Zhiyi's face was completely calm. "Hmm. I know."
Fang Chenghan stared at him blankly. Was he really that indifferent? Just an "I know" and that was it?
Fang Zhiyi turned to leave, but seeing his look of disbelief, he stopped again and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
Fang Chenghan hesitated before saying, "Expose them!"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly reached out his hand, and Fang Chenghan instinctively moved to cover his head, but unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi just patted him on the head.
"All you do is cause trouble all day, but when you actually face a real issue, you act like a clueless kid." He turned around. "Let me show you how the adult world handles things."
Fang Chenghan watched in confusion as Fang Zhiyi walked forward. Suddenly, he glanced back at those two fierce-looking thugs and quickly caught up with his father.
Hong Yanwen had already thought of his pitch. He knew very well how to deal with these parents. After pouring Fang Zhiyi a cup of tea, he was just about to open his mouth when Fang Zhiyi raised a hand to stop him from speaking, and then lifted his wrist to look at his watch.
The office fell into an eerie silence.
"My watch is quite expensive."
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