"You ungrateful grandson, finally came to see me. Are you here to see if I'm dead yet, to collect my corpse? I won't let you get your way." Grandma Qiao glared angrily at Qiao Xia.
Qiao Xia genuinely felt a bit sorry for this elderly woman. For more than half a year, no one from her uncle's family had come to visit Grandma, leaving her to live here all alone, with no one to accompany her. With her temper, she must be very lonely.
Some people, no matter how bad, are still the only one.
No matter how much you hate, they are still your family bound by blood.
"I have had a difficult time lately, always seeking refuge abroad, not even in A City to visit you. By the way, I have something to tell you, I've had a son named Mu Qiao. Do you want to see him?" Qiao Xia asked, showing her phone screen, which displayed her son.
These days, her social media is always showcasing her son.
