บท 368: Wedding Dress

"Meimei, today I…"

"Xiao Man, I have some business and need to leave early."

"But we have an appointment…"

"My mother came to pick me up. Bye…"

"Oh… fine."

During her childhood, when she was still called 'Feng Xiaman', her hands grasped the schoolbag straps with her head lowered. She told herself, "Those who can be picked up by their parents are so blissful."

She used to have equivalent treatment one month ago.

The big and rough hands always held her small hands tightly.

Feng Xiaman walked through the crowd quickly; however, some sounds came to her ears.

"Don't talk to her tomorrow, got it?" one parent of another child said.

"If she wants to play with you, you should say you're not free, ok? if she insists, then tell the teacher!" another parent said to his own child.

There were also some similar but more unpleasant words.

"Don't play with the child of a murderer. You're good, baby, and she's bad."

Something like this.