Since you're not getting a divorce, stop constantly arguing with Zhiyuan over this issue.
Mrs. Xue dislikes Lian Qingxuan particularly for this reason; she approached, pulling Lian Qingxuan up, and said, "Zhiyuan is sick, and you're sick too. Are you pretending to be sick to avoid taking care of Zhiyuan?"
"No, I'm really not feeling well." Lian Qingxuan felt dizzier as Mrs. Xue tugged at her.
"Really?" Mrs. Xue didn't believe her. Seeing that she indeed looked unwell, Mrs. Xue released her hand after forcefully pulling her up.
Lian Qingxuan swayed.
"Really." Standing by the bed, Lian Qingxuan wobbled and sat back down.
"Don't hit my mom."
Xue Yu and Xue Xianxian heard the noise upstairs. As they entered the room, they saw Lian Qingxuan swaying on the bed while Mrs. Xue stood beside her.
Xue Yu, being ten years old and mature for his age, noticed Lian Qingxuan looking unwell and angrily glared at Mrs. Xue, "Grandma, how could you hit my mom?"
"Bad grandma."
