Liu Meiqin's anxious expression froze on her face.
The words, like an ice pick, pierced into her ear.
"What... what did you say?"
Lin Wan Yi looked at her.
The face that was once filled with sorrow and streaked with blood was now clean as ice.
All the vulnerability and confusion had vanished.
She spoke softly.
"I said."
"My child is at home."
"Drinking milk."
Boom.
It was as though something exploded in Liu Meiqin's mind.
The color drained completely from her face, and her lips trembled, rendering her speechless.
She instinctively took a step back.
And bumped into the desk behind her.
"No..."
"Impossible..."
She shook her head madly, pointing at Lin Wan Yi.
"You deceived me! You were clearly crying earlier! You clearly..."
Lin Wan Yi smiled.
The smile was faint, yet it was akin to the sharpest knife, slicing open Liu Meiqin's facade.
"I was acting."
