Old Mrs. Zhuang was choked with sobs; ever since she learned of Ah Ning's death, her tears had been unceasing.
But nothing was more distressing than hearing about it from Mu Yan herself.
Mu Yan's suppressed tears fell again. She held onto Old Mrs. Zhuang's arm, trying to comfort her, "Grandma, don't be sad."
Old Mrs. Zhuang blamed herself, "It's all my fault. If I had known Ah Ning and you were having such a hard time, I would have risked everything to find you."
The more Mu Yan listened, the more she felt sorrowful. She cried, "No, Grandma, it isn't your fault. It's mine. If I hadn't made that unreasonable request, Mom wouldn't have gone to work there, wouldn't have died."
The grandmother and granddaughter held each other, unable to stop crying.
Jiang Jingheng frowned slightly, his eyes full of concern as he watched Mu Yan. He wanted to stop them but didn't know how.
