"Back then, your father already said not to follow your mother. But stubbornly, that woman insisted on staying at home. You liked it, so we had no choice." The old man looked at Fu Yihan with frustration, "Now she's done something like that. Do you think we can tolerate her anymore?"
Fu Yihan gritted his teeth and held onto the old man tightly. "Grandpa, can't you just go with my idea for once? I don't want Mom to leave!"
"We've already given her chances." The old man pushed Fu Yihan away and laughed helplessly. "If you truly care about your mother, you should grow up sooner, use your own abilities to support her, instead of having her here spreading nonsense!"
The old man's tone was heavy, clearly showing his anger.
Faced with Fu Yihan's pleading, the old man showed no sign of softening.
Yun Meifeng sobbed quietly on the side, wiping her tears now and then.
The scene was almost like a painting worthy of being called a masterpiece.
