Old Man Qin had lived for most of his life, nearly one foot in the grave, yet he had never been squeezed and pushed around like this.
His face turned a shade of iron blue.
"You..."
"Don't 'you' me, everything is there in black and white, stop acting like everyone's grandfather. If you want to act, go back to your own family. Our family... you are not worthy."
Someone in the crowd was not happy with her words, "Qin Ye's Wife, is this how you treat elders? This is truly disrespectful."
Rong Yan swept her sharp gaze across, pinpointing the person instantly.
"You, respectful? He's short of a grandson, why don't you take him home and look after him? Maybe you'll even earn yourself a medal for supreme filial piety."
The young man's face turned red, "He's not my actual grandfather, why should I take him home?"
