On the way home, the expressions on everyone's faces were not good.
Lizhong glanced at Mo Qingze, whose eyebrows were tightly furrowed, then at Mo Yan, who was wearing a cold face, and wanted to say something to persuade them not to fall out over those upsetting matters, but as an outsider, it wasn't appropriate for him to meddle in father-daughter affairs. He could only stroke his granddaughter's head and silently sigh.
Xin'er Zhen'er were at an age when they could discern right from wrong, and they didn't hide their emotions. Each one huddled close to their sister, looking across at their father's gloomy face with dissatisfaction written all over their small faces.
Second Grandma and Second Uncle had come to bully them again, and Big Sister was not at fault, so why did Daddy scold Big Sister? Their family had finally started living good days; were they going to let those bad people take everything from their family like before?
