The more she thought about it, the more Zhuang Yanyan felt uneasy. "No way, you must quickly send someone to find her! Hurry up and bring Jinglei back!"
As she spoke, her gaze shifted and she noticed her grandson still eating porridge.
Qin Feimo was not eating; he merely held the ceramic spoon in his hand, quietly contemplating.
Zhuang Yanyan saw that he still had the mood to eat and snatched the bowl of porridge in front of him, then slammed it heavily onto the dining table!
She then got up and stormed past the dining table, angrily arriving beside Qin Feimo, and forcibly dragged her seated grandson up and pulled him outside...
"Grandma, what are you doing?" While being dragged outside by her fragile figure, Qin Feimo frowned in confusion.
Zhuang Yanyan didn't respond, continuously dragging him to the front door, then pushed him out, saying furiously, "Jinglei hasn't returned all day, don't come back either. I have no grandson like you!"
