"Of course, she should be punished for such a big disaster. I not only let her kneel, but also taught her a lesson. Butong, you see, I have taught her a lot. Your adult has a lot. Forgive her this time, OK?" Xiaoke's mother said anxiously.

Butong looks at Xiaoke. She kneels on the ground and lowers her head. The whole person looks wilted, like eggplant beaten by frost.

Butong just wanted to ask her to get up. Next second, her eyes were shining. She saw a red trace on Xiaoke's arm. It looked like she was hit by something.

"did you hit her?" Butong couldn't believe it. "Are you...