After My Son Was Made into a Wax Figure and Auctioned, I Chose to Devote Myself to Praying to Buddha

Just because Shen Mo's Bai Yueguang slandered that it was my son who broke her wax figure, he agreed to her making his son into a wax figure. I knelt on the ground and begged him to let go of my son. Shen Mo didn't care, even impatient. "Do you know how important Yueyue's wax figure exhibition is? She managed it with great difficulty!" "Who told you not to look at Xiaojie! I was just trying to scare him." "Sister, don't worry, I will leave a breathing hole for Xiaojie when I make the wax figure." Xu Qingyue raised her head and showed a disdainful smile. After my mother learned the news, she hurried to Shen Mo Bai Yueguang's exhibition hall and made a fuss to save my son. In a fit of rage, Shen Mo tied my mother to the jumping machine. The jumping machine under the 42-degree sun was constantly echoing with my mother's screams. "Please, tie me to it! Everything is my fault. My mother has a heart disease. Please don't torture my mother like this!" I knelt outside the lounge with my forehead bruised. Shen Mo turned a blind eye and locked the door of the lounge, while Bai Yueguang accompanied him to blow on the air conditioner and eat watermelon. My mother was tortured ninety-nine times, suffered a heart attack prematurely, and died on the seat of the jumping machine. I was so heartbroken that I called the funeral home to prepare for the funeral. Shen Mo slapped my phone away with one palm. "What are you pretending to be! Your mother is just asleep, not dead at all!" …