An Ran looked up and saw a dark, chubby middle-aged woman.
She completely didn't recognize her.
"Get An Ran from your class out here for me." The woman shouted again, raising her voice.
Teacher: "An Ran, do you know her?"
An Ran quickly stood up, shaking her head with a bewildered look.
"So it's you, this girl." The middle-aged woman rolled up her sleeves, "You don't know me, but I know you! My son was harmed terribly by you, and yet you still attend class here as if nothing happened?"
The words were too ambiguous.
How could An Ran have harmed her son?
The classmates and the teacher's gazes were all surprised because An Ran, in their minds, was a good girl and a good student.
An Ran's face turned red and then white, "Auntie, you must have the wrong person."
"Aren't you An Ran? My son is Jiang Fan Yu, he met you yesterday and in the afternoon he was hospitalized. Do you dare say this has nothing to do with you?!"
Jiang Fan Yu...?
