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But my in-laws still turned their guns on Wanwan and me.

One morning I went to work, and as soon as I arrived, my colleagues all looked at me with strange eyes, as if there was a hint of disdain.

A few colleagues were chatting together, but when I approached them, they scattered like they'd encountered a virus.

I felt strange and vaguely uneasy.

"I never thought she'd be like this, always seemed so quiet, truly you can't judge a book by its cover."

"She actually sent her own husband to jail and watched her nephew die without helping."

"I heard she even bankrupted the family company and took all the money."

As soon as I sat down, I heard a few people whispering, occasionally casting scrutinizing glances at me.

I didn't have time to think about it when my phone rang; it was Wanwan's homeroom teacher calling.

The teacher said Wanwan was hit on the head with a pencil case by a classmate at school and told me to come quickly.