As soon as the words were spoken, my mother-in-law jumped up.

"It's not me, these photos are all Photoshopped. I'm going to sue you, ahhhh..."

She started off speaking calmly, but then began shouting.

Any discerning person could tell that she must have done something bad.

In recent years, she has been helping me take care of Qin Simin, and I give her a monthly allowance of 8,000 yuan.

To be honest, she's not poor, but for some reason, she still values that 100 yuan.

We went to the police station together, and my mother-in-law kept saying, "I didn't do it, it's not me."

But no one listened to her.

She was taken to a small dark room and interrogated by a specialist.

Qin Simin's eyes were almost spitting fire. He pointed at me and yelled, "My mother abused me! I want her to go to jail."

Oh my, it really scared me.

I helplessly said, "He was raised by my mother-in-law and has learned many bad habits, always telling lies. I really regret it. If I had known he would turn out like this, I wouldn't have given birth to him."

"Look at his injuries, they are all fresh wounds. I haven't been home for the past few days. I hope you can help me find out who did it."

"After all, he is my son."

Qin Simin's face turned red, and he stuttered unable to provide a reasonable explanation.

In the end, he could only call Qin Mufeng to come over.

A smile couldn't help but appear on my lips. I was truly overjoyed.