"Mom, how could you…?" Tang Qingyun was horrified.
Grandma Tang smiled at her younger son, a sinister look in her eyes. "What, scared? This is your mother!"
Tang Qingyun: ...
'My scalp is tingling. Did Mom mean something else by that? Sigh... Xiao Wen, it's better if you don't get too close to her!'
Tang Qingshan noticed Grandma's calm expression and was secretly amazed. Then he glanced at his own two children. They, too, looked perfectly composed after hearing that their paternal grandmother had killed someone—even more so than Tang Qingyun. He couldn't help but feel even more satisfied.
"Grandma," Hao Hao asked, addressing Grandma Tang, "did my maternal grandmother know you killed that person?"
"She knew. I made a point of telling her."
"Then why did she still let Mom marry Dad?"
