She pulled out her phone and handed it to the photographer.
The phone of Bo Yunshen was silent, and the scene on the screen suddenly changed, he recognized the place—it was Jin Yang Guang Kindergarten.
Qin Yan had begun to speak again, her voice turning hoarse and choked up, "This is the surveillance video from our daughter's kindergarten.
The screen turned into a mime show, where Qin Yinyin was cornered by a group of kids, muttering something undecipherable.
But it was clear that Qin Yinyin was the sole target!
On the phone screen, the comments became more aggressive.
"This bitch, is she trying to play the sympathy card now?"
"A cheap woman like that, her child won't turn out much better! Serves her right!"
"Didn't they say this bitch got splashed with sulfuric acid? Why didn't it ruin that stinky fox-faced bitch?"
Bo Yunshen's hand gripping the phone suddenly tightened.