Han Yaxin cried as she hugged Zhang Min; she was almost scared to death just now.
It took a while for Zhang Min to feel less uncomfortable. She grabbed Han Yaxin's arm to stand up from the ground and, gritting her teeth, said "I'm sorry" to Wen Qin's urn.
Lu Jinghan glanced at the watch on his wrist: "Grandma, it's about time we head to the airport."
The old lady nodded: "Let's go."
Zhang Min watched as they got into the car and left, her bloodshot eyes filled with rage; she couldn't swallow this resentment no matter what.
Han Guanghong walked over to support Zhang Min: "Let's go home."
"Go home? We're about to be homeless, you worthless coward! What were you doing while I was getting hit just now?"
Zhang Min yelled in exasperation, a stark contrast to her usual poised and gracious self; she was acting like an absolute shrew.
Han Guanghong looked at Zhang Min in surprise; she had never shouted at him like this before. It felt like she had suddenly become a different person.
