Just as Yang Siru was about to unleash her fury, she was interrupted by Old Lady Shen again. Her heart felt bitterly stifled.
Yang Siru knew how shrewd Old Lady Shen could be. The old woman meant every word she said, and Yang Siru had suffered her fair share of grievances in the past. However, she had always poured out her displeasure on Yun Muzhong.
Yun Muzhong had a timid personality. He neither retaliated when hit nor argued back when criticized. If he didn't return home today, she wouldn't be able to release all her anger. She felt that she was close to going berserk.
"Mom, Yun Mengshi is still your granddaughter after all. It's already so late and she only just got back. I'm only worried about her. She's been all dolled up recently, and I don't want her to be deceived by those rich playboys."
