Even so, Wa Yiting had no desire to leave. She hung her head, her eyes rimmed red, as she listlessly fiddled with the dried vegetables in her hands, performing one pointless task after another.
Ruan Jiaojiao nestled in the arms of the Ruanlin Family's matriarch, furrowing her brow as she watched her.
In this day and age, it was rare to see someone fighting over a grandmother. How was she supposed to make this protagonist, tenacious as Xiaoqiang, stop coveting her grandma?
After the pickled vegetables had been dried in the sun, Wa Yiting put down the winnowing basket and picked up a broom. Stubborn as a mule, she began sweeping the yard. The Ruanlin Family matriarch told her several times not to bother, but seeing Wa Yiting remain unmoved, she also felt very helpless.
After all, she was an old woman. How could she really hold a grudge against a young girl?
