Madam Rong: ...What did I even say? Just from what she said, it's like I viciously hit her.
Angrily glared at the still smiling face, "Okay, okay, you are aware, you have the most personality, can I just leave you alone now?"
Like whatever, not my problem anymore, and maybe I'll grow one less white hair.
Rong Yan immediately said, "That won't do, if you don't care about me, wouldn't I lose my life's direction? Also...isn't there an old saying? Having an elder in the house is like possessing a treasure; you are our family's steadying needle."
Madam Rong's face darkened.
Still talking about having an elder as a treasure... do I look like I'm eighty?
Rong Wenming, who was closest to her, could feel the rage emanating from his wife.
He felt that if he didn't extinguish the fire, his daughter might be in danger.
He quickly blurted out, "She's our own flesh and blood... we can't be petty, don't be angry, getting angry will make you look even older ..."
Well done, he succeeded...
