Sure, here is the translated text:
Mu Chuanlin grabbed the opponent's wrist, exerting force without a change in expression, but his face maintained a smile, still looking calm and composed, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly. Of course, if you want to have a go with me, I don't mind going outside for a contest. This is the teacher's office after all, and breaking something or scaring the kid here wouldn't be good, don't you think?"
The man only felt his wrist was about to be crushed, his face pale, shaking his head repeatedly, "No, no."
He was no match for Mu Chuanlin; going outside for a contest might result in who knows what kind of beating!
Mu Chuanlin nodded, "Your child insulted my Yangyang, calling him a child with no parents, a wild kid, and even bruised his back significantly. Now, you tell me, how should this be dealt with?"
The man reached his limit, shouting, "Zhao Xiaoyu, come and apologize now!"
