The civil affairs bureau had just finished filling out the form and handed it in.
Manman's phone rang, but before she could answer it, Jiang Dashao's large hand snatched it away.
"Manman, get to the hospital quick, your mom, she drank—pesticide!" Wen Shixuan's voice came through the phone, fragmented and revealing a completely unsettled state.
"What happened? Did my dad call?" Manman asked anxiously.
Covering the phone, he turned back, as calm as ever, looking at her, "They say she drank pesticide and is in the hospital now."
Though he did not specify who it was, she could guess who it was, and she knew even better whose rotten idea it must have been.
She wanted to close her eyes.
"Manman."
When she opened her eyes, she could clearly see a trace of heartache in his.
"I can't let you be bullied by others anymore, not now that you're married to me."
