Special Motive

The meeting room's door creaked open and then closed again.

As soon as Old Wang saw Mei Shu, she excitedly tried to stand up, but the handcuffs on the table kept her from moving, making a jingling sound.

"Why did you take so long? How's my case going? Why did they just say they're going to sentence me? Didn't you say you could help me?" Old Wang's voice was filled with agitation and frustration.

Mei Shu had been keeping her head down since entering, and it was only now that she suddenly lifted her face, a look of regret on her expression. "Granny Wang, I'm sorry. Auntie Wang found out about my attempt to help you. She wouldn't let me do it, and now I can't do anything!"

Old Wang was stunned for a moment and then angrily grabbed Mei Shu's hands placed on the table. "What do you mean? Yesterday, you swore that you would find evidence favorable to me!"