Gu Jiaojiao took a bite of her ice cream bar. It tasted pretty good. Just as she looked up, she saw Mrs. Sheng pedaling furiously toward them on a bicycle.
"Gu Jiaojiao, have you no conscience? Your sister is in trouble, and you have the nerve to stand here eating an ice cream bar!"
Mrs. Sheng kept one foot on the pedal and planted the other on the ground. She spat out the curse, her face a mask of pure disappointment.
"Cousin Jiaojiao was upset, so I brought her out to get a popsicle. What's wrong with that? Your own daughter is the one who's a disgrace to public morals! Why are you blaming my cousin?"
Dong Qiming, furious as a lion, deliberately twisted the knife in Mrs. Sheng's heart.
He had known since he was a kid that his step-grandmother and Mrs. Sheng didn't get along. Normally, he might even feel some sympathy for Mrs. Sheng.
