Having vented her emotions, Mrs. Yu's face was covered with tears, as she held her chest and gasped for breath.
Smashing things was still not enough to quell her anger, and upon seeing her son and grandson dining, she went even more berserk.
She rushed over and swept all the dishes off the table, leaving both the table and the floor covered in spilled soup and food.
Even after all that, it wasn't enough, and she began to slap and pinch Yu Xiaochi with all her might.
Feeling the pain, Yu Xiaochi didn't dodge, his expression blank as he let her do as she pleased.
Exhausted from her own antics, Mrs. Yu sat down heavily on the floor and wailed loudly.
The elegance and decency she had maintained for decades vanished entirely, leaving only an ordinary old woman filled with resentment and unwillingness, her heart in pain.
Yu Xiaochi numbly cleaned up the mess on the table and floor before finally speaking, "Mom, please stop crying."
