Jasmine Zahn suddenly pushed her father forcefully: "Hug your son and get out of here far away."
"We are your parents, what 'get out'? How can you talk like this, child?"
"What parents? I wouldn't have such disgraceful parents like you. Take your family of pig-like kids and get away from here." Jasmine screamed hysterically, completely unlike an eight-year-old child.
Smack, Jasmine's father slapped her: "They're all your younger siblings, how can you talk like that?"
Jasmine covered her face, "You hit me, you actually hit me."
Then she suddenly rushed towards the teacher who brought her over, crying: "Teacher, teacher, you saw it, he hit me. Please help me, you said you would help me."
The teacher's mouth twitched.
Help? Don't be ridiculous, okay? He even thought it was right to hit her. A daughter like this should be slapped a few more times for a proper lesson.
He backed away, saying nothing.
