Liu Meihua sat on the ground.
An iron shovel that she bent by sitting was underneath her.
It hurt.
But at this moment she couldn't worry about the pain.
Her mind was buzzing, like she'd entered a nest of wasps.
Is it over?
Is it over just like this?
She spent half a month's salary buying Da Bai Tu candy, putting all her efforts into inviting Director Qian.
Just to see this?
To see the old man hugging his grandson and praising that little brat?
"No..."
Liu Meihua pushed the ground, trying to stand up.
Her legs were weak.
She tried twice but couldn't stand.
She simply kneeled on the ground, gripping her dust-covered skirt with both hands.
"Director!"
She shouted with all her might.
The voice turned sharp and distorted, like an old hen being strangled.
"You can't be deceived by appearances!"
"This painting... even if that little brute... Xiaobao understood it, it doesn't mean there's no problem!"
Liu Meihua pointed at the wall of paintings.
