Yan Qingruo no longer wanted to listen to them.
She no longer wanted to argue with them either. Even if she said more, it wouldn't mean anything.
Because her grandmother had already passed away, saying anything else was meaningless.
Even if they were the most filial, it wouldn't bring their grandmother back to life.
Yan Qingruo was just glad that she had been by her grandmother's side to see her off.
She felt fortunate to have depended on each other for so many years, and done everything she should with a clear conscience, allowing her grandmother to leave without regrets.
Looking at these two uncles and aunts, she just felt how cold-hearted people could be, nothing more.
Seeing that Yan Qingruo was no longer angry and looked indifferent, the elder aunt thought she had persuaded Yan Qingruo and said with a smile, "Ruoruo, please forgive us. After all, we have our difficulties."
Yan Qingruo didn't want to talk because she felt it was pointless to speak to them.