She demanded to see Rong Shaoze, otherwise she’d kill his son.
The teachers were frightened; someone called the police, and she immediately called her.
Lin Xinlan didn’t need to guess to know who that woman was.
It was actually her...
She had actually taken Xiaocong hostage!
If she dared harm her son, she swore, she wouldn’t let her off!
Rong Shaoze received the report from his men and immediately drove to the kindergarten.
Actually, he had always had men protecting Xiaocong in secret.
But who would have thought, Du Ruoxin would sneak into the school and kidnap Xiaocong when no one was looking.
The man gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes brewing a massive storm.
He truly regretted saving that woman that day.
To think she’d dare to kidnap his son.
This time, he would personally send her to hell and let her know the consequences of provoking him!
"None of you come any closer! Otherwise, I’ll kill him!" Du Ruoxin clutched Xiaocong’s hair with one hand and held a knife with the other, pressing it against his neck.
Her expression was sinister, her eyes showing a terrifying madness.
No one doubted that she would dare to kill Xiaocong.
Such a scene, not to mention the kindergarten children, even the teachers had never seen before.
All the children had been moved away, and around the entrance to the classroom, only a group of teachers gathered.
"Miss, please stay calm! Let go of Rong Lincong, all right? He is just a four-year-old child," Xiaocong’s homeroom teacher took a step forward and said very calmly.
The corner of Du Ruoxin’s mouth curled up into a cold sneer, making her face look even more sinister and fierce.
Xiaocong looked up and saw her.
He felt that she was just like the frightening female ghost on TV.
His body trembled slightly, his teeth biting his lip, but he bravely did not cry out.
"If you take another step forward, I’ll stab him. Do you believe me?" she said nonchalantly, as if she was a seasoned murderer.
The teacher was scared and had to take a step back.
"Did you call Rong Shaoze? Is he on his way?" she asked coldly.
"Soon, Xiaocong’s father is on his way," they replied.
"Shut up!" she suddenly screamed, as if triggered by something.
"He is not Shaoze’s son; he is not! He is a bastard, how could he possibly be Shaoze’s son! He is the bastard child of Lin Xinlan and some other man!"
Xiaocong got angry, clenched his fist, and shouted, "You’re bad, I am dad’s son; don’t call me a bastard!"
The term bastard was not foreign to him.
Some people had called him that before.
They said he had no father, that he was a bastard obtained by his mother from who knows where.
At the time, he didn’t understand the meaning of bastard, but he knew it wasn’t a good word.
After hearing it so often, he could guess what bastard meant.
Therefore, he hated it when others called him a bastard.
He had a dad, he had a mom, nobody had the right to call him that, whoever did, he would fight with all his might!
Not expecting him to talk back, Du Ruoxin became angry and slapped him in the face, pressing the knife to him, threatening,"Say it, say you are not Rong Shaoze’s son, say you’re a bastard! Otherwise, I’ll kill you!"
The sharp knife pressed against his neck, Xiaocong held back his fear, glaring at her with furious eyes.
He bit his lip hard, like an enraged little lion.
"I told you to say it, did you hear me?" The woman’s eyes flashed with a chilling coldness, equally angry.