By the end of her speech, Sun Shanshan's eyes were filled with expectation as she looked at Lin Guimei.
She hoped that Lin Guimei would say Mother Sun was joking.
But reality is often harsh.
With mixed feelings, Lin Guimei looked at her daughter and spoke with difficulty, "Your grandma, your grandma, she wasn't joking with you?"
Bang!
Lin Guimei's words struck Sun Shanshan like a bolt from the blue, draining the color from her face.
"Why?" Sun Shanshan grabbed Lin Guimei's shoulders, "Tell me why is this happening?"
"I don't know." Lin Guimei truly didn't know.
She had sat in her room all day and still couldn't figure out where she had offended Beauty Chant.
"You don't know? How can you not know?" Sun Shanshan cried out in anger, "If you weren't capable, why did you let everyone know about this in the first place? Now all my friends know you were supposed to become the manager at Beauty Chant! How am I supposed to explain this to them? Where do I put my face?"
