"It's said that good people don't live long, but calamities persist for a thousand years."
Jiang's grandmother only fainted from a rush of blood due to anger, and after being taken to the town's hospital, she woke up soon after.
At first, she opened her muddled eyes in a daze, and then, as if remembering something, swiftly turned her head to look, only to see Jiang's third son sitting on a bench nearby with a dark face and furrowed brows.
Jiang's grandmother reached out her arm towards him, "Third son, where's Jiang Yan?"
Jiang's third son looked at her silently, saying nothing.
"I'm asking you, where's Jiang Yan? Did he follow us over?"
She had just fainted on the spot, and it was he who had made her faint. If he didn't follow, the spit from others alone could drown him.
"Mom, have you really become senile? What were you thinking?"
