"Feiyu!" Mrs. Rong Sr. halted her waving cane, her eyes filled with a blend of astonishment and concern as she looked at Rong Feiyu.
"What are you doing? Why did you shield her?"
Biting her lip, Rong Feiyu used her arms to prop up her upper body as she knelt on the floor. She looked up at her grandmother with vulnerability in her eyes. "Grandma, please calm your anger. I didn't mean to offend. If you must vent your frustrations, direct them at me. I'm willing to bear the brunt of your wrath for my mother."
Mrs. Rong Sr.'s rage had been at an apex, but seeing Rong Feiyu's docility melted eight-tenths of her fury away.
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's not you who's at fault. Get up," Mrs. Rong Sr. insisted, stamping her foot.
