Feng Yin’s neglect and blame for Grandma Yun and his special concern for Allah made everyone around him feel a little reluctant.
“Feng Yin! How can you treat your grandmother like this!”
“Grandma Yun is doing laundry and cooking for you and taking care of your pets. She goes to the vegetable market to buy vegetables before dawn every day. Have you ever cared about her after you come? Why do you blame Grandma Yun? Have you let the dog eat your conscience?”
Feng Yingying performed normally, and her emotions were in place, and her unfair remarks immediately received support from the people around her.
“No filial piety anymore.”
“Good looking and such a bad heart.”
“No—not that, don’t say that to her.”
Grandma Yun didn’t want to.
She was trying to get Feng Yingying into the trap, but she was unwilling to sacrifice Feng Yin’s interests. No matter whether Feng Yin was voluntarily or intentionally, she would not allow it.
Grandma Yun suddenly stood up and said to the people around her: “It’s not like this. It’s me worth it. I deserve it. I abandoned her mother. I came back from abroad only after her mother died. It’s my fault. Don’t blame the children, don’t blame them.”
Grandma Yun’s few words made the people around her silent.
Feng Yin was also silent.
She understood what Grandma Yun meant, a grandmother who would rather bear the infamous herself than sacrifice Feng Yin’s interests.
At this moment, Feng Yin regretted it a little.
In fact, there is no need to avenge Grandma Yun.
“Grandma Yun——-“
Feng Yingying still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Grandma Yun.
“Yingying, I know what you mean, but she is my only relative. I can’t, I can’t.”
Grandma Yun patted Feng Yingying’s hand, giving people the illusion that I believe in you in particular.