What Are You Doing Here?
Tang Zheng sighed. He knew his grandfather and grandmother had a bitter separation decades ago, and they never reconciled.
"They are fine, grandma. Nothing's going to happen. Besides, isn't it better that way? So you won't be bothered by his presence." Tang Zheng tried to calm her down, but he knew it was useless.
"It's still infuriating! What if he tries to pollute their minds with his lies and they come back hating me? I can't let this happen!" She said, slamming the table. The dishes and utensils rattled, and the soup spilled over. "That son of a bitch! Even in his death bed, he still wants to have the last laugh, huh? Over my dead body!"
Tang Zheng looked at his grandmother, thinking she was worrying too much.
"Grandma, relax. That's not going to happen. If they do harbor negative thoughts about you, then it's their loss. You've been an amazing mother. Look at how they all turned out under your care." He said, reaching out to hold her hand.