Xie Qingqing looked at the old lady in shock. She had spoken to Tang Qiu as if the latter were nothing, and the Feng family were nobility. She finally understood why Tang Qiu rarely brought up her grandmother.
Tang Qiu stared at her grandmother, long accustomed to the verbal abuse. The only thing she could do was to provide her grandmother with a comfortable life. "I won't get a divorce," she repeated. "If you don't want to hear my explanation, then go back to the nursing home!"
"I raised you better than this…" Tang Qiu's grandmother was so angry that her complexion changed color and her fingers trembled.
"Raised me to what? Be bullied? To not retaliate in the face of beatings and scoldings? I've had enough!" Tang Qiu took a deep breath. "I dreamt of leaving the Feng family, and Jiang Shaocheng gave me a home. I married him for stability. Grandma, hurry back to the nursing home, before you embarrass yourself–I'm begging you!"