Jiang Qinglian turned around and marched towards the elevator.
"First Aunt!" Xuxu was about to chase her when Yan Rusheng grabbed her wrist once more.
It frustrated her, and she spun around. "What are you doing?!"
"She won't listen to anything you say right now." Yan Rusheng gazed at the diminishing figure of Jiang Qinglian as a crease appeared on his forehead.
Xuxu ignored his advice, flung his hand away, and ran after Jiang Qinglian.
Grandmother had used so much effort to sustain this family. She can't sit by and watch the family fall apart.
When she was a kid, First Aunt, First Brother, and Second Brother had given her so much love and warmth. She couldn't simply watch them drift apart from each other and end up as enemies.
