"Grandma, there isn't much news about Aunt recently, should we inform her?" Mo Jinrong asked.
"You'll have to ask him yourself. After all, she has been married to Changwen for more than 30 years and she has a son. Ever since the incident, I heard that the child had become depressed and introverted. It's all my fault."
Old Mrs. Mo took the responsibility again. As the saying goes, the fault of the father is the fault of the children. Since her husband passed away, the responsibility was naturally hers.
Suddenly, the young housekeeper hurried in.
"Old Mrs. Mo, Young Master, there's trouble. The woman who caused trouble the other time is here with her child again. She is making a fuss at the door, yelling that she wants to enter. We couldn't stop her."
"That bastard? How unlucky!"
Old Mrs. Mo didn't even want to look at them, but they appeared in front of her. Aren't they just here to annoy her?
"Let them in."
