The destined judgment did not arrive as promised.
Ning An grabbed that judgment pen, even though Wang Sheng's face flushed red, he couldn't snatch it back.
The middle-aged woman who had closed her eyes suddenly opened them, staring at Ning An in a daze.
No one cared why she acted like this, why she said what she did; her previous suffering seemed insignificant to everyone.
Everyone was waiting for the moment of paternal love and filial piety, thinking they had contributed to the righteous path of life.
Her eyes blurred, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Ning An held onto the judgment pen but couldn't grasp the snowflakes before an avalanche.
Especially the mediation group that came with the elderly, the aunts and women were united in their indignation.
"What's there to feel aggrieved about? What grievance could she possibly have?!"
