Grandpa Jiang's heart ached, pondering the unfairness that his decades-old daughter was less sensible than children of a few years old. "Chenchen must feel terrible after hearing these words. Your little aunt, she... she..."
Grandpa Jiang simply couldn't say that Jiang Xiumei did it unintentionally, even just to comfort the child. He just didn't have the face to do so.
To his surprise, Mei Mengchen responded, "It's okay, Grandpa Jiang. I've heard so much that I'm used to it now. It's fine as long as I don't take it seriously. Sister said that I'm not a wild child without a family. I have a sister, and she and I are a family. I have a home."
Just look at these words, look at this child. Jiang Xiumei was simply sinning. Nothing could compare to the sins she committed herself, and to think that she still needs pity from anyone.