- The chubby kid cried out, "Mom, come help me beat him, come help me!" My son stopped and said in a childish voice, "It was clearly you who started it first.

　　If you can't win, you call for adults.

　　What a waste!" Saying that, my son let him go and stood up.

　　I rubbed my son's head gently and asked him softly, "Did you get hurt while playing with your brother?" My son disdainfully said, "Little Pa Cai is no match for the chubby kids in our taekwondo class." I laughed to myself.

　　My son learns taekwondo, so he cannot be bullied.

　　The chubby kid couldn't tolerate it, so he stood up and rushed over to hit my son again, saying, "Brat, who are you calling Little Pa Cai?" As a result, my son once again pinned the chubby kid to the ground.

　　Jiang Zhi saw this and her face turned even worse.

　　She shouted at me, "Sang Yan, are you done yet? You hit my son again!" This time, after my son pressed down the chubby kid, he didn't continue to fight.

　　He stood up, smiling at Jiang Zhi and said, "Auntie, it's clearly your son who is always eager to fight with me even though he can't win.

　　How can you blame my mom?" Good job, my boy, I didn't raise you in vain!