At that moment, passersby coming and going along the street all turned their heads, beginning to gather around the bizarre scene of children crying wildly.
As for the fat woman across the street, who had been busy chatting gossip with her neighbors, she too once again turned her gaze toward this corner by the wall.
Seeing her son suddenly lying on the ground, bawling his eyes out together with several other children, the middle-aged woman's expression changed drastically. She hurried over to the crew-cut boy, baring her yellow teeth as she asked in shock and fury:
"Oh, my precious son! What happened here!?"
Seeing his mother come to his aid, the crew-cut boy immediately pointed at Ye Chen beside him and shrieked his accusation:
"Mom! This man bullied me! He split my head open! It hurts! It hurts so much—!"
Upon hearing this, the fat woman glared furiously at Ye Chen. Swaying as she rose to her feet, she rasped out a question:
"Why did you hit my son!?"
Ye Chen answered coldly:
"You're his mother? You were clearly standing by the street this whole time. Don't tell me you didn't know what happened here? He and several others ganged up on my children and nearly crippled one of them."
The blind old woman beside him joined in berating her:
"That's right! In broad daylight, several boys openly bullied these brother and sister! They even snatched this old woman's cane! How exactly do you people raise your children?"
Yet the fat woman, who actually knew full well what had happened, faced their accusations and shouted with perfect self-righteousness:
"Humph! What's so serious about a few little brats' squabbles? Can't they just settle it themselves!?"
"And you, a grown man, actually laid hands on my child yourself! What the hell are