Chen Jing
The old woman's voice seemed to be holding something back.
The woman knitted her brows.
She took another step back.
She had just seen her off in the car—
"Teacher Chen?"
The woman cried out in surprise.
"You mean Teacher Chen?"
The old woman's expression instantly turned strange.
"Teacher Chen?"
The old woman curled her lips.
She seemed to be trying to smile.
But there was nothing about her that looked like she was smiling.
The woman was bewildered, flustered, and a little frightened.
Goosebumps covered the skin exposed on her body.
The woman took another step back.
This old woman...
Could she be out of her mind?
"Haha..."
The old woman's mouth opened and closed.
She looked as though she were laughing, but the sound she made was nothing like laughter.
"Teacher?"
"She thinks she deserves that title!?"
The old woman suddenly raised her voice.
Her hoarse voice was like a plucked string pulled taut.
It tightened abruptly.
Shrill and piercing.
It seemed that the string would snap at any moment.
The woman's heart felt as though it were wrapped tight in a string.
A faint ache seeped through the discomfort.
The woman couldn't help clutching the front of her shirt.
"...I don't care what grudge you have against Teacher Chen..."
The woman struggled to speak.
"But it has nothing to do with me."
"I only asked her to tutor my child—"
"You're putting your child in danger!"
A sharp edge crept into the old woman's hoarse voice.
Like the last dying embers struggling to stay alive.
The woman's heart gave a heavy thump.
She was furious.
"Don't drag my child into this!"
What did her child have to do with anything?!
The adults' grudges... their personal grudges... they