I was reborn and went back to ten years ago, the day my son beat his classmate till his nose was black and his face was swollen.
In my last life, I went step by step and asked my son to apologize and transfer to another school as required by the school, but I didn't expect to completely kill his talent.
In this life, I looked at the little boy in the office who was in a mess and had wild eyes, and I stood up:
"What are you apologizing for? My son is right and should be praised!"
