After the caregiver left the room, Mrs. Rong Sr. threw the cloth aside and wearily climbed up from the floor, sobbing, "My eyesight is getting worse. If I have to continue living like this, I might as well be dead!"
Then, Mrs. Rong Sr. sat on the bed and cried, "I told you to call Rong Qi, why didn't you listen? She's so wealthy, what's wrong with giving us a little? At the very least, it wouldn't be difficult for her to set us up with an apartment in the capital and a few servants. How could she follow in her heartless mother's footsteps! My life is filled with misfortune! An ungrateful daughter-in-law leads to an equally ungrateful granddaughter!"
Mrs. Rong Sr.'s weeping was not new to Rong Tianshi; it had become a constant refrain during her visits. Rong Tianshi, without even lifting his eyelids, spoke softly, "Feiyu is your granddaughter too. It's been many days since she visited either. Why don't you call her?"
