Just as Jian Si was cornered by the elderly lady with no way out, the ever-silent Lu Youting stood up, his tall frame stepping forward, positioning himself between the two. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a compelling presence.
"Lady Jiang, I think her words have been made very clear, I respect you as my elder, and I ask you to show the grace of one. Please don't make it difficult for the younger generation."
Lady Jiang, unwilling to concede, growled, "But now, lying in the operating room is my grandson."
Lu Youting's thin lips pursed slightly, "Isn't it your responsibility that your grandson ended up in this state? You shouldn't shift the blame onto Jian Si."
Lady Jiang's face was filled with embarrassment, and with reluctance, she asked, "Are you prepared to side with her and stand against me?"
Lu Youting reached out and held Jian Si's shoulder, his gaze firm as he looked at Lady Jiang.
Though he did not answer, the answer was apparent.