"Oh? So you say it is? Why don't you ask them yourselves if they even remember they're the grandmother and aunt of the children?" Ling Chengyan's voice was indifferent, yet filled with endless coldness and sarcasm. "When they curse at the children at the drop of a hat, and raise their hands to hit, did they ever think they were a grandmother and aunt then?"
As she spoke, Wang Lianqi hurried in, followed by a group of children.
Wang Futang saw his eldest son, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Where's your mother?"
"Second brother carried her back home." Wang Lianqi said in a low voice.
As they talked, Hongling and Hong Zhi had already run over, "Fourth Aunt!"
"Fourth Aunt, is Xiao Xing and Shi Tou okay?" Hongling asked anxiously.
"They're in the house, you can go in." Ling Chengyan replied calmly, patting Hongling's shoulder to comfort her.
