C112 Please Let Me Go

Zhao Chuchu stared coldly at the middle-aged man and shouted, "I am not a teacher. Why did you hit me?"

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man snorted, "B * tch, what did you say? How dare you talk back? Are you itching for a beating? You owe me a beating, don't you?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be really angry. His face was dark and livid. Zhao Chuchu saw this and secretly regretted in her heart