He walked Rong Wenze almost home before Rong Wenming stuffed the money into the old lady's pocket.
Then, without a word, he turned and left.
He didn't want the money, and he believed Yanyan wouldn't either.
Grandma Rong stood frozen for a long while.
Until a voice sounded, "Grandma, what are you doing standing here? Did you visit Uncle's place?"
Grandma Rong looked up and saw it was her granddaughter, the slyest of them all. Annoyed, she retorted, "Do I have to report my whereabouts to you?"
Rong Manman's expression paused, then she looked hurt, "Grandma, I'm just concerned about you."
Grandma Rong snorted coldly, ignoring her.
And kept walking home.
Rong Manman watched her retreating figure, her eyes narrowing slightly before she emanated a malicious gleam...
If, right now, she gave this wretched old woman a push... If she were to die.
Would that bitch Rong Yan be unable to proceed with the celebration?
