Chapter 16 — Miss Empty Cup

The next second, she covered her face, cried and ran out. The advisor immediately chased after two steps. Faculty members also stood up. Outside in the hallway came the sound of rapid footsteps. Dieu Kha was so scared that his face turned white. "He won't cause trouble again, will he?" I didn't say anything. Because at this moment, my phone vibrated. An unknown number sent a text message: "You are Ha Tinh's roommate, right?" "Her mother is on the way to school." "Her family said they wanted to directly ask who forced their daughter to become like this." 16 I looked at the message from the unknown number, my finger paused for a few seconds. Dieu Kha came over and after reading, his face became even whiter. "His mother is here?" I said "yeah". "It looks like she played the last card." Phuong Du stood next to her, frowning. "Do I need to stay?" I looked at him. "If you stay, things will be even more confusing." He was silent for a while then nodded. "If her family asks me, I will clarify." Half an hour later, the advisor called us back to the office. As soon as he pushed the door open, a middle-aged woman wearing a gray coat was standing inside. Her hair was tied very tightly, and an old cloth bag was clutched in her hand. Ha Tinh sat next to her, her eyes were red, her whole body shrunk very small. As soon as she saw me, the woman's eyes immediately swept over as sharp as a knife. "You are the one who bullied my daughter?" Dieu Kha instinctively blocked in front of me. I pulled her aside. "Miss, you listened to the teacher first." She laughed coldly. "My daughter has never suffered such great anger since she was a child." "At home, I haven't even heard a few harsh words, but when I go to school, I let you trample me like that?" Ha Tinh bowed her head and gently pulled her sleeve. "Mom, stop talking." The more she said that, the more hurt the woman became. "Can you still speak for them?" "I was forced to go to the hospital and still have to endure it." Why?" The counselor quickly spoke up: "Parents, please sit first." "Today I invited you to fully discuss the situation." The woman sat down but still stared at me. "My daughter's family conditions are really not bad." "But that is not a reason for others to be jealous and throw dirty water on her." Hearing this sentence, I suddenly raised my head to look at Ha Tinh. Her shoulders tensed slightly. Her mother said family conditions were no worse. But there was no confidence in the voice of a rich lady's parent. It sounds like a comforting word planted by a daughter over a long period of time. The advisor takes turns displaying anonymous page posts, sub-account content, and club documents. At first the woman was still full of anger. But after looking at the screenshots, her face gradually changed. She pointed to the screen and asked Ha Tinh: "What is this?" Ha Tinh's voice was very small. "Other people cut and collage haphazardly." The woman looked at the post criticizing Phuong Du again. "Who is this male student?" Ha Tinh bit her lip. "A normal classmate." "A normal classmate gives you so many things?" The woman's voice clearly tensed up. Ha Tinh did not speak. The counselor continued. "Parents, Ha Tinh has been building an image of a rich family in the school for a long time." "She also used the living habits and family situations of her classmates and posted them on her secondary account to mock." The blood on the woman's face gradually receded. "Rich family?" She looked at Ha Tinh. "You talk to others like that at school?" Ha Tinh suddenly raised her head. "I don't have any." "They all understand." wrong." I calmly spoke up: "She said her father was an investment banker." The office was silent. The woman looked like she had been hit hard, her lips moving. "When did your father become an investment bank?" Ha Tinh's face was completely pale. The woman's voice trembled. "Your father installed air conditioners rented in the district, climbing stairs all year round. Yet you told others he worked in an investment bank?" Ha Tinh suddenly stood up. "Mom!" The call was very shrill. Like want

gagged his mother. But it was too late. Dieu Kha looked at her in surprise. The advisor was also stunned. The woman's eyes immediately turned red, but not because she loved her daughter. But because of shame and indignation. "My parents saved every penny to send me to school." "You said your classmates at school all use good things, you can't let people look down on you, so mom sent you more money for living expenses." "Do you live like this?" Ha Tinh's lips trembled. "Mom, don't say those things here." "Do you have to make me lose face?" The woman was stunned. In that moment, the pain in her eyes was like being crushed by something. She slowly asked: "Are you blaming me for making you lose face?" Ha Tinh turned away, refusing to answer. The counselor quickly reconciled. "Parents, don't get excited." But the woman took out an old phone from her cloth bag. "Before I came, her aunt sent me a bunch of photos." "I thought someone else was spreading nonsense." She opened the phone, and on the main screen were the delicate nine-panel photos on Ha Tinh's personal page. Floor-to-ceiling glass doors, English menus, perfume, silk scarves, Starbucks cups. There was also a dazzling status line: "The simple life of a prestigious lady." The woman looked at that line, her voice hoarse. "Ha Tinh." "I tell mom."