"Do you want to see her?" Ye Huang asked.
Fear instantly surged in Emily's eyes, a conditioned reflex after long-term oppression — Emily's fear of Mu Yurou was already etched into her very bones.
"No, I don't want to see her. She's a devil!" Emily trembled.
Ye Huang didn't press further: "When Ye Li comes back later, you tell him the truth."
"Okay." Emily and Auntie Song grasped each other's hands tightly, like two sisters in distress, "I have only one request, let me take Xiangxiang away. I'll take good care of her."
"No need, the Ye Family will also take good care of her." Lady Ye refused. Her precious granddaughter had suffered enough and couldn't leave her sight again.
Even though Emily was afraid, she courageously said, "I'm Xiangxiang's grandmother, I will surely love her well. Ye Li is still young, having Xiangxiang here will hinder him from remarrying."
"He won't." Ye Huang said, "Ye Li is not that kind of person. Besides, there's me."
