Liu Meihua was frozen in place.
She looked at her dear grandson crying and clinging to the wall, each sob felt like a loud slap on her face.
She lost.
Lost completely.
Lost to that capitalist girl she scorned the most.
Lost to the "misfits" she deemed unworthy.
Every parent's gaze around her was focused on her.
There were mockery, contempt, and Schadenfreude.
Liu Meihua's face turned from pale to pig liver color.
Suddenly, she spun around.
She didn't look at her grandson or the wall that humiliated her.
She stared directly at Lin Wan Yi.
"It's you!"
Her voice was sharp like nails scraping glass.
"You did this!"
"What sorcery did you use? What mind-altering drug did you put in those paints?"
She was like a mad dog driven to its wit's end, wildly lashing out.
"How else could my precious boy fail to recognize me? How else could these children act bewitched?"
Lin Wan Yi had yet to speak.
Zheng Xiulan stepped forward first, blocking Lin Wan Yi.
"Liu Meihua!"
