This middle-aged woman was Zhuang Meiting, Zhuang Nainai's mother.
The mother and daughter were very close.
At that moment, the little girl was locked in Mother Zhuang's embrace and was crying in terror.
The little girl's mother stood not far off with anxiety written all over her face. She dared not to approach nor go far away. "Please release her! Quickly! Don't hurt my daughter Xiaomei, or I will never let you off!"
Lin Xi'er was anxiously persuading Mother Zhuang at her side. "Auntie, this is not Nainai, I've just called her and she will be back soon. Please release Xiaomei now, alright?"
Mother Zhuang shook her head nonstop. "That's a lie! You are lying! This is my Nainai! Don't cry, Nainai, don't be scared, Mother will take you home."
She spoke gently to the girl. Even with her advancing age and crippling illness, her speech and movements were still unrushed and elegant.
She was an idol to Zhuang Nainai.
But now…
