Han Yong: "..."
Honestly, he had no idea as well, but looking at the blaming look in the eyes of his grandmother, he felt as if he had been shot while lying down. He closed his eyes and stopped himself from crying out loud. "Grandma, I know it looks like I bullied her, but I did not do anything. She just started to throw up after picking up that piece of pork belly."
At that moment, Han Yong felt that it would have been better if he had sent Han Ziyan away from the start. Looking at her excessive reaction, he had a feeling that this matter was not going to end any time soon.
Second Aunt Han also came out of her room when she heard the commotion. When she saw Han Ziyan being violently sick in the flower bed, she could not help but frown with a hint of disgust in her eyes. What was this woman doing? It was bad enough that she came to freeload; she was acting as if they had made her clean the restroom. Who was she trying to disgust here?
