The old lady wasn’t just saying it, she imdiately tried to get off the sofa.
"Mom, be careful!" Ruan Xinyu quickly said.
But the old lady was determined and ignored any attempt to dissuade her.
"If you let Nuannuan just leave like this today, I won’t live either."
Mu Yan’s heart was in turmoil, and she quickly said, "Grandma, I’m not leaving."
Even though she couldn’t stand Zhuang Jiaoyang and the others, she didn’t dislike this kind and amiable elder.
In fact, at the mont she approached her, a natural sense of affection arose in her heart.
Behind her, Jiang Jingheng watched Mu Yan’s back, a sharp light flashed in his eyes and disappeared—he knew it would turn out this way.
Mrs. Zhuang didn’t believe it, "Are you just trying to make happy?"
"No, I’m serious," Mu Yan said.
This was her grandmother, who also raised her mom.
If it were her mom here, she would probably make the sa choice.
Seeing this, Mrs. Zhuang looked at Zhuang Jiaoyang beside them and said, "Aren’t you going to apologize to your niece?"
"Why should I apologize?" Zhuang Jiaoyang wasn’t pleased.
"What, you don’t listen to either?" Mrs. Zhuang’s face darkened. "If you don’t want to apologize, then don’t co back again."
"Mom, what do you an!" Zhuang Jiaoyang exploded, standing up and yelling.
She’s giving up on her daughter for this little girl?
This brat is just like her mom, equally annoying.
"Apologize to Nuannuan," a stern voice rang out.
Zhuang Jiaoyang was taken aback, looking at Mr. Zhuang, who had been sitting in the center of the sofa, mostly silent.
His sharp eyes were fixed on her, and he said coldly, "Your mother was right just now. If you don’t acknowledge your mistake, you won’t be coming back again."
Zhuang Jiaoyang’s expression froze slightly, and fear spread in her heart.
She understood her mother’s personality, she might just say sothing harsh at the mont, but later on she’d let it go.
But her father was different, a soldier who always ant what he said.
"Have you made up your mind?" Mr. Zhuang asked.
At this mont, in his eyes, Zhuang Jiaoyang wasn’t his daughter but simply a soldier disobeying his command.
He was strict in disciplining, showing no rcy.
Zhuang Jiaoyang’s husband, Hu Yuandong, ca over and tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to yield.
She snapped back, looked at her father, then at Mu Yan on the ground, clenched her teeth, and said, "I was wrong earlier, Nuannuan, don’t be mad at your aunt."
Mu Yan knew that Zhuang Jiaoyang’s apology was forced by Mr. Zhuang’s pressure.
She inwardly scorned but decided to save face in front of everyone.
She said calmly, "It’s okay, but if you have any doubts about my upbringing in the future, go find the person who gave birth to ."
Zhuang Jiaoyang’s expression changed slightly, but she said nothing.
Find Ah Ning? That’s a dead person, she didn’t want to die.
Find the second brother? She didn’t have the nerve either.
Seeing her granddaughter forgive her daughter, the expression on Mrs. Zhuang’s face finally relaxed.
"Nuannuan, get up, don’t hurt your knees from kneeling too long."
Mu Yan stood up, her knees indeed felt a bit sore and swollen.
She turned to see Jiang Jingheng still standing there and directly went over to pull him along.
When Jiang Jingheng saw her coming, his tense heart finally settled, and the expression on his face softened a bit.
As she pulled him, he followed her.
Mu Yan pulled Jiang Jingheng to stand in front of the old man and lady and said, "Grandpa, Grandma, this is my husband, Jiang Jingheng."
She had agreed to co back just now, but if they showed any disrespect to Jiang Jingheng, she would change her mind as well.
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