Amid such a scene, Jing Nianhui remained as calm as an ancient well, inscrutable, making it impossible for anyone to gauge her emotions.
But Zhan Anqi seemed to have found another point of attack against Ou Lan, "Ou Lan, how can you let a child take care of you?"
As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Jing Nianhui, "Mother, you see, didn't I tell you? She must have been mistreating Xiao Tuo often. Look, our Zhan Family's legitimate great-grandson has turned into a little servant in front of her."
Without waiting for Jing Nianhui to speak, Zhan Lingtao glared angrily at Zhan Anqi, "Aunt, you talk too much. If grandmother were injured, wouldn't you treat her wounds?"
"Of course, I would."
"There you go, you can treat your mother's wounds, so why can't I treat my mother's wounds?"
