Li Baoying had already made up her mind: if her youngest son came at her with a knife, she would snatch up a stool, knock him flat, disarm him, and then teach him a proper lesson.
Zhang Jinlin approached her, dropped to his knees with a thud, and pressed the kitchen knife against his own throat. "Mom!" he cried. "If I've done something wrong, just tell me! I'll change! Don't make me drop out of school. If you force me to quit, I’ll… I’ll kill myself!"
His hand holding the knife trembled slightly, but he kept the blade pressed firmly against his skin.
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