The old lady, upon hearing Luo Qiao's words, became even more unwilling, feeling that at her age, being scolded by a young girl was truly losing face.
She immediately started cursing: "Looking like a witch, it's clear you're up to no good, and you want to lecture me? Dream on."
Just then, Lu Yichen walked in with the old lady's son and daughter-in-law.
Lu Yichen's face darkened upon hearing this: "Shut up, who gave you the right to curse my wife like this?"
Lu Yichen said to the old lady in a cold voice: "Apologize."
The old lady was intimidated by his imposing presence and reluctantly said, "I spoke wrong, okay?"
Luo Qiao turned to look at Lu Yichen: "Why did you come over?"
Lu Yichen walked over to Luo Qiao's side: "If I didn't come, should I wait for you to be bullied by others?"
Luo Qiao smiled faintly: "I was just afraid that you were busy, thinking it wasn't a big deal, so I'd come to handle it. But I didn't expect to encounter someone using their old age as an excuse."
