The moment she was driven off the bullet train holding her daughter, Zhou Lei thought she was just a soft persimmon. Gu Qingning didn't argue or make a fuss; she just photographed the employee badge and dropped the line, "You'll regret this." Who would have guessed this mother's methods were terrifyingly wild: she had kept that rejected old report from five years ago all this time, the court trial recording played, Li Shaohui collapsed weakly, and Qi Zhaoyuan's face turned pale as paper. She didn't keep a single cent of the compensation money, throwing it all into the Passenger Rights Fund. When boarding the train again, Tangtang asked softly in her arms, "Mom, are we going home?"