A month later, the two bastards were released on bail.

The police said that at the time of the incident, all three of them were under fourteen years old and had made confession, so they couldn't be held criminally responsible.

"But if there are any requests from the parents, feel free to speak up."

"If there are any requests, feel free to speak up." Wang Hao's mother, who was covered in makeup that made her look like a zombie, twisted her waist and sit down on the sofa.

A pair of gigantic rubies dangled around her neck, shining with dazzling red light, reminding me of my pale-faced grandfather, and the large, vivid red patches on his body.

"How much money do you think you have? I'm warning you, I don't want anything, just want your son's life!"

I glared at her with rage, wishing I could devour her flesh.

She sneered and blew out a puff of smoke.

"Just a ragpicker, don't push your luck too far!''

"I've checked, he's not even your real grandfather. Now he can get such a big sum of money for your son's life. You can keep pretending to be happy!"

As she spoke, she pulled out a check and threw it on the ground before leaving.

Three hundred thousand.

They were going to buy my grandfather's life.

Dream on!

I tore the check to pieces, and then contacted a big V.

He was the first to report the incident involving my grandfather and had been following the progress of the case. It was also him who told me that Wang Hao was the long-awaited son of Wang Qinming, and Wang Hao's mother had risen to her current position by giving birth to Wang Hao.

I asked him for help, to use public opinion to pressure the police to take this case seriously, and give my grandfather justice!

The big V readily agreed and immediately posted the check fragments and the video of the three bastards drinking and partying during their bail period at the top of his homepage.

In just two hours, the number of views surpassed ten million.

Many people were outraged, many offered candlelight blessings to my grandfather, and many told me to stay strong and make the perpetrators pay the price they deserved.

But many people also cursed.

They cursed the ragpicker for ruining the city's image, affecting public health. They said that it was not that the old man had gone bad, but that bad people had gotten old.

There was an account named "My Favorite Little Prince" whose words were the most disgusting:

"I think Wang Xiaomei is amazing! Thirty thousand! This old man can't collect more than 3000 yuan from finding garbage for a lifetime. It's just a way for him to save money for his grandson's tuition."

Below were echoing agreements!

The topic shifted immediately to how I could enjoy this steaming hot meat bun dropped from the sky.

I was so angry that I felt dizzy, and my hands were shaking as I dialed the phone.

After checking the ID of "My Favorite Little Prince," it turned out to be Wang Hao's** mother!

Seeing that I was too emotionally upset, my senior brother took the initiative to collect all the online traces of this account for me.

I was about to ask the big V to make it public, but I received a call.

The big V account had been shut down.