The old woman had always been timid. Back when Su Yun was more agreeable, she could sometimes put on the airs of a mother-in-law. But now, with Su Yun's eyes red and her entire being bristling with hostility, the old woman didn't dare say a thing.
She opened her mouth and held it for a long time without speaking. When she saw Su Yun staring coldly at her, the old woman was so frightened she let out a hiccup.
At that moment, Mr. Qin, who was sitting by the door puffing away on his old-fashioned pipe, spoke up with displeasure. "That's enough out of you. You're the one who lost the child, so who are you trying to act tough for?"
Su Yun used to respect her father-in-law. Mr. Qin was educated and carried an air of authority. But respect didn't mean fear, and at a time like this, she couldn't care less about any of that.
