"Mei Shu! How can you say that about your grandmother?" Wang Yue angrily pointed at Mei Shu, ready to hold her accountable.
Exhausted to the extreme, Mei Yun roared, "Stop it!"
This roar instantly silenced the entire living room.
He wearily slumped onto the sofa, covering his face and letting out a long sigh. "Wang Yue, this doesn't concern you. Go to the kitchen and cook."
"Honey, I…" Wang Yue looked somewhat wronged as she glanced over, but she was caught off guard when she met Mei Yun's furious gaze.
A thousand words were stuck in her throat, and Wang Yue shrank her neck fearfully. "Then, I'll go to the kitchen. Mom, take care of yourself."
As she walked, she frequently turned back with worry.
As she left, the old lady cried even louder, tearing at her heartstrings.
Mei Yun helplessly handed her a tissue. "Mom, please don't cry. This can't be entirely blamed on Mei Shu."
