"Boohoo, I was framed! A vile person has framed me, father, mother..."
Zhou Zhiqin was pounding on the door frame and crying out, but no one paid her any attention.
Exhausted from crying, her hands swollen and red from the pounding, her voice gradually faded, and she collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.
"I was really framed..."
She choked up while speaking, ready to accept her fate, when suddenly she heard the sound of the lock being undone, and the door opened.
"Qin'er, my precious daughter, how did you end up like this? Oh, poor child!"
Mrs. Zhou had come to bring Zhou Zhiqin food and, seeing her lying there motionless, turned pale with fright and hurried over to help her up.
"Qin'er, Qin'er!"
"Mother..."
Zhou Zhiqin gradually regained consciousness. Seeing it was her mother, she burst into tears: "Mother, I was framed, please, ask father to let me out, boohoo..."
"Framed? Who framed you? Qin'er, don't cry, come, tell me slowly."
