Song Jingtian rushed over to the newcomer, wrapping his arms around Song Baiyan's waist and butting his head against his big brother's body, the picture of grievance, "Tang Li is bullying me!"
"That's nonsense," Tang Li protested. "You're the one who asked me to tutor your lessons."
Song Jingtian looked up, pursed his lips, and was about to burst into tears, "She made me recite the multiplication table, which our teacher never taught us. I couldn't memorize it, so she slapped the palm of my hand and wouldn't let me go out."
"…" Tang Li.
"Look here, big brother," the little guy lifted his bangs. "She didn't just slap my hand; she also flicked my forehead. It must be all red now!"
Song Baiyan turned his face to take a look.
That move was met with an even more pitiful pout from the little guy.
Tang Li raised a hand to her forehead, guiltily avoiding eye contact.
