"If someone were to visit, it would be Anran's parents, why would you visit? Jinrong never eats these things, hurry up and leave with your things."
Old Mrs. Mo's tone was hostile, wanting to chase them away.
"Grandma, we really didn't mean anything. Mo Jinrong isn't well and I just wanted to express my condolences. I thought that he wouldn't have eaten yet, so I personally made some porridge for him to try. Is that so bad?
Besides, Mo Jinrong didn't say anything, so why would Grandma want to chase us away? We didn't do anything wrong."
Lan Yaxin started to cry as she spoke, looking like she was being bullied.
"What are you crying for? My grandson is doing well here and hasn't died. I hate it when people cry."
Old Mrs. Mo was frustrated.
"I suggest you hurry up and leave. I'll take care of Jinrong, you don't have to be worried," Lan Anran smiled and said.
"You…"
