The next day, Tang Xiaonan absolutely refused to go to school.
"I'm not going! Teacher Golding will definitely hit me… I'll learn from Grandpa Tate. Grandpa Tate doesn't hit me…"
Tang Xiaonan hugged Phoebe Huxley's arm and wailed. The bruise on her wrist had gotten darker overnight. It wasn't actually serious, but she hadn't wanted to waste time at school anyway, so this incident with Phoenix Golding served as an excellent excuse.
"How can you not go to school? Be a good girl, Xiaonan. Teacher Golding won't hit you anymore," Felix Thorne coaxed gently.
"Teacher Golding is a wicked witch! She'll hit me! If she beats me to death, you won't see Xiaonan anymore… Mommy… I'm not going to school…"
Tang Xiaonan gave up on Felix Thorne. 'Her old man definitely still has a soft spot for Phoenix Golding. After all, she's been the cinnabar mole on his heart for nearly twenty years, the object of his undying affection!'
