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... a classmate at school. Could you please come to the school? The other student's parents are already here."

The other parent insisted that Cen Xi make the call right there in the office, as if afraid she might say something untoward.

Nian Suian was stunned when she received the call. In her impression, Gu Zhijing wasn't the type of child to cause trouble at school.

"Teacher Cen, is Zhijing alright? Is he hurt? What about the other student?" At this moment, the reason didn' ...

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