Returning to the residential area, as I passed by Yuan Jiang's house, I saw Lin Feifei arguing with Lin Mengmeng.
Lin Feifei still wore that self-righteous expression, "Lin Mengmeng, what gives you the right to keep me out? Grandpa is here, this is Brother Yuan Jiang's home, what right do you have to stop me?"
Now, Lin Feifei had lost her previous pristine appearance. Her hair was greasy and tied up, her face had darkened, and her rapidly thinning face was etched with fatigue.
Lin Mengmeng's voice was firm, "I'm doing this for your own good. We're all separate now, so let's just take care of ourselves. Grandpa is here, and we can provide for him. Can't you just focus on living your own life well?"
"Lin Mengmeng, Yuan Jiang is mine, you took him from me, and Grandpa is mine too. It's only right for me to move in."