Chapter 5 — I Posted My Wife's Photo, and This Happened

“So, Ms. Lam, you took action against Mr. Co… because this post led to your image being destroyed, causing serious damage to —”

He uses very technical words. But after talking about half of it, the brakes automatically stopped. He debated for a while, gave up using technical words, and used a more precise word:

“Sister-in-law, that fight is worth it.”

The whole hall was silent for a second. Then from the corner came Quy Trach Vien's voice:

“It's truly worth fighting for.”

Immediately followed by the Director's voice standing at the office door, speaking neither loudly nor softly:

“Although we do not encourage violence... I can sympathize with this situation.”

Co Bac Than raised his head. He looked around in all directions. From Tieu Vuong who was making a report, Quy Trach Vien who was dodging, his aunt who was waiting for something to happen, the female police officer on duty, even the Director... Everyone's expressions were strangely unanimous. That expression translates to only three words — AWESOME. Co Bac Than leaned back in his chair, emitting a sad cry from the depths of his soul. Today he wasn't just beaten. He even lost the last bit of his own prestige. 【Chapter 4】 Just when I thought the climax of this ridiculous drama was over, the door of the police station was pushed open again.

“Bang” —

Not pushing. Is kicking it out. A pink velvet slipper appeared first in everyone's sight. Then there was one arm, the other holding the remaining slipper. Then a face. Ms. Lam Tue. My biological mother. She was wearing pajamas at home, her hair was temporarily clipped with crab clips, and her face hadn't even applied primer. But her aura was enough to lower the pressure of the entire police station by two levels. The first thing she did when she walked in was not to look at me. She glanced around the hall, accurately locating Co Bac Than.

“Co Bac Than!”

Her voice was both loud and clear, full of energy and extremely strong penetrating power. Co Bac Than's back immediately stiffened.

“Mom —”

“You still dare to call me mother?”

Mrs. Lam Tue carried her slippers and strode forward. Co Bac Than jumped up from his chair like a spring and took two steps back.

“Mom, please listen to my explanation, it was she who hit…”

“I know.”

Ms. Lam Tue stopped, looked from top to bottom, assessing Co Bac Than's wound. Look very closely. After looking, she nodded.

“Hit too lightly.”

Co Bac Than's mouth opened wide, unable to close.

"Mom???"

"You posted someone's bad photos online, don't you deserve to be beaten? If you post them then post them, you leave it public for everyone to see, is your brain waterlogged? Before you got married, did you promise me to treat my daughter well? How good is that? So good that you use someone's bad photos as a meme?"

She scolded for a long time without stopping, not even needing to take a breath in between. Co Bac Than couldn't even interject a single sentence. Tieu Vuong, next to him, silently turned to a new page in the minutes book and wrote down a line of text. I sneaked a glance. He wrote: "The mother in question was present. Attitude — very clear." After Mrs. Lam Tue scolded Co Bac Than, she turned to look at me.

“Are you okay?”

“No problem.”

“Does your hand hurt?”

“It doesn't hurt.”

"I told you, when you hit someone, don't hit them in the face. Hitting the face leaves evidence."

Everyone present simultaneously took a breath of cold air. Tieu Vuong's pen drew a long line on the paper. Quy Trach Vien silently nodded in the corner. That nod was extremely discreet, but I saw it. What he means is: That's right, that year she taught the same thing. At this moment, another person appeared at the door. Creates a complete contrast with Ms. Lam Tue - Doesn't kick in the door. No screaming. Don't even speak up. He walked in quietly, carrying a plastic bag. Lam Quoc Cuong. My father.