"What kind of sin have I committed? My own granddaughter actually wants to drive this old woman out of her home... Our Qin Family, what kind of sin have we committed, to give birth to such a little beast." The elderly lady was best at crying, making scenes, and threatening suicide; she immediately sat on the ground and played the rogue, acting every bit like a hooligan.
In the past, when my mother was alive, she was gentle and had no way of dealing with such an old woman.
She was often bullied.
But Qin Mo was different.
Her personality was strong, and she harbored resentment.
"Oh my God, what kind of reasoning is this?"
The old lady wailed as if in mourning.
Shu Yun's lips curled into a smile, at critical moments like this, they still had to rely on the old woman, after all, she was Qin Mo's own grandmother, she wouldn't let someone drive the old lady out, would she?
"Mom, this is Qin Mo's house, we can't live here."