Composed Lunch
Redakteur: Henyee Translations
"Grandma! Anran and I are here to see you," Mo Jinrong pulled Lan Anran in and said.
"Rascal! You came only when your wife came. Do you still respect me?"
Old Mrs. Mo seemed jealous.
Mo Jinrong understood that Old Mrs. Mo was teasing him, so the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
"Grandma, Anran just experienced an unforeseen event, can't you let me be a little biased?"
"Anran, come over and let Grandma take a look."
Old Mrs. Mo held Lan Anran's hand with concern and looked her up and down. She felt a little guilty when she saw the long scar on her head.
"Grandma has let you down. I didn't expect that son to be worse than a beast and want to kill you. Previously, I knew that he wasn't behaving himself, but I didn't expect him to be so bold. Grandma has let you down and made you suffer. It's my fault for teaching him poorly."
Lan Anran comforted her.