There were no outsiders present. Grandma Ye stared at Ye Jian coldly. She raised her hand and swept away the glass cup in front of the wheelchair.
The glass cup shattered the moment it landed on the floor. The water spilled all over the floor, and the broken glass shards flew everywhere. Ye Jian didn't even raise her eyebrows. She smiled calmly and said, "It's better for old people who have a stroke to remain calm. They might get a second stroke if they get too angry.
"I'm here to talk to you. Why are you angry? I don't know why I feel so good seeing you angry."
Grandma Ye had been strong-headed all her life. She rarely suffered at the hands of others. However, when she saw Ye Jian, who thinks she can control her with a grasp of her hand, Grandma Ye couldn't swallow her anger. Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked Ye Zhifan to get rid of Ye Jian when she was able to write.
