Little Fatty classmate arrogantly looked at Little Orange, "You better apologize quickly! Otherwise, you won't even be able to attend school in the future!"
Little Orange, with an incredulous face, asked, "Does your daddy work at the Presidential Residence?"
Little Fatty classmate lifted his chin, "Yeah, are you scared now? See if you'll play with me in the future!"
A smile crept onto Little Orange's tender and soft face, "Well, my daddy is Mr. President!"
Upon hearing this, Little Fatty classmate immediately clutched his stomach and burst into loud laughter.
"Everybody, come and listen, Ming Yucheng actually says her daddy is Mr. President, she's really daydreaming!"
"You don't actually believe that your mommy is so pretty she could hook up with Mr. President, do you?" Little Fatty Daddy also looked down on Little Orange with disdain, not expecting such a young girl to be so vain.
"Daddy, don't waste your words on her, let the principal expel her!"
