My Daughter Has No Education

Bright red blood seeped through the gauze at the corner of Xiao Niannian’s forehead. A drop fell onto her yellowed old T-shirt, spreading into a glaring flower.

“Cry! All you ever do is cry!”

A shrill voice rang out at the kindergarten entrance. Teacher Li, wearing high heels, stepped back in disgust and pointed at the little girl sitting on the steps.

“Get your filthy hands away! Do you think you can afford to pay for the floor if you dirty it?”

Xiao Niannian was only five years old.

She covered her forehead and curled into a ball. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t dare let them fall. Her father had told her to be strong when she was out in public.

“Teacher, it hurts...” she whispered.

“You deserve to hurt!” Teacher Li crossed her arms, her face full of contempt.

“Know your place. How dare you get in Young Master Wang’s way? That