With that, her gaze turned toward the Ruan Family's main gate, hoping someone would come out to see.
But—still no one did.
Liu Mei pursed her lips, standing in the courtyard, feeling as if her punch had landed on cotton, somewhat unpleasant.
In the end, she glared at the Ruan Family's side and entered the house, carrying the bamboo rat.
Next door at the Ruan Family's, the Ruanlin lady was picking vegetables, and Ruan Jiaojiao sat on a little stool helping. As she picked, she kept an eye on her grandma's expression. She couldn't tell if it was just her imagination, but she felt that whenever Liu Mei called out those couple of times, her grandma's aura dropped significantly. She guessed her grandma had never felt so stifled in her life.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"Grandma, are you angry?" Ruan Jiaojiao asked knowingly.
