When Yang Hui returned home, the little girl was sitting on the sofa with her head bowed. She must have known she'd done something wrong and was ready for a scolding.
Wenren Meng poured him a cup of tea and placed it in front of him.
"What's wrong? Aren't you usually quite the chatterbox?" He didn't criticize her. To be honest, he had no idea how to discipline a child. He wasn't even twenty-five—what did he know about these things? That was why he was so genuinely grateful when Yang Bing offered to step in and teach her.
Wenren Du'Er looked up at him, then lowered her head again. "Dad, I was wrong. I'm sorry I caused you trouble."
"This isn't about causing me trouble. There's a line you don't cross when joking with classmates. Your actions could have caused your classmate Feng Yan serious emotional distress. If you take it a step further, what you did could be considered school bullying. Do you understand that?"
"I know, but—"
