Xiu Jiao's actions were all witnessed by Zhao Jingrong.
Xiu Jiao couldn't tolerate Zhao Jingrong talking about her like this. She picked up a vase and smashed it against Zhao Jingrong, shouting, "Shut up! You vile woman!"
The room became a chaotic mess.
Xiu Jiao, heartbroken, held the lifeless Mo Zhiyuan lying on the sofa and cried uncontrollably, "Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan! Poor grandson of mine! How could that venomous woman harm you to death like this!"
Ni Yang crouched down, "Sister-in-law, don't be so upset. Zhiyuan isn't dead."
"What?" Xiu Jiao looked at Ni Yang in disbelief.
Ni Yang nodded, "Yes, Zhiyuan isn't dead. Hand him over to me."
Xiu Jiao handed Mo Zhiyuan over to Ni Yang.
Ni Yang took Mo Zhiyuan, placed him on her knee, and gently patted his back.
"Ugh!"
Mo Zhiyuan vomited out a black pill, and his complexion gradually turned rosy.
Mo Rongping, Mo Baichuan, and Xiu Jiao all watched this scene in utter astonishment.
The next second, Mo Zhiyuan burst into loud cries.
