"Aunt, your tongue has no filter, I hope that's something you can change. When I'm not around, I trust you will treat my maternal grandmother well. After all, these days I've seen her complexion is rosy, which must be the result of your filial piety."
Leng Yu Yan's words left Ms. Qu feeling somewhat ashamed.
She lowered her head, "You're very understanding, but I still mean what I said—I don't agree to Yu Ming marrying you!"
Leng Yu Yan smiled faintly, "Aunt worries too much."
Suddenly, her smile faded, "Niece has something to say to Grandmother alone, so I ask Uncle and Aunt to please excuse us."
This was her polite way of asking them to leave.
Ms. Qu rose from the ground feeling ashamed, tugging at Zhang Ruohai's sleeve, they left the room.
Seeing them leave, Leng Yu Yan quickly took her grandmother's pulse and then wrote a prescription.