"We wouldn't, either. Do you think you're the only one with a good heart? That everyone else has the heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog?" Wu Caihua said discontentedly.
"Whether we would or wouldn't is our business!" Xiao Qingcang's gaze turned extremely cold, and he commanded, distancing himself, "Now please let go of my child!"
Little Junjun was also very uncomfortable being held and struggled vigorously. "Let me go!"
"Junjun, do you even remember that I'm your grandma? Although grandma has been strict with you, I haven't been that bad, have I? Didn't grandma buy clothes for you as well? You can't be so heartless!" Wu Caihua said, particularly heartbroken.
After all, a child is still a child; even the smartest can't stand an elder's reproach, especially one with tears in their eyes!
His heart felt terribly uncomfortable; in fact, grandma hadn't been especially bad to him, to tell the truth!