I was living a modest but happy life with my husband and son, but there was one thing that bothered me. My son's way of speaking is terrible, and I don't know who he takes after. While I was worried that he would grow up like this, tragedy suddenly struck. One day, my son's classmates, angry at his bad way of speaking, attacked me. No matter how much I resisted... no matter how much I apologized... I was not forgiven, and they continued to violate me with a smile on their faces, as if they had acquired a new toy...