Little did they know, no matter how much he cried, the Old Madam remained unmoved.
The three sisters, Situtu Qinger among them, exchanged puzzled glances. What on earth was happening? Faced with the incessantly crying Situ Zhi, the Old Madam had never been so cold-hearted before.
Situ Zhi clung to the Old Madam's hand, shaking it vigorously, his voice filled with tears: "Grandmother, you're biased, you don't love Zhizhi anymore."
Facing the nonstop crying of Situ Zhi, the Old Madam's heart ached terribly, but faced with the crisis at the General's Mansion, she had no choice but to harden her heart.
"You silly child, if Grandmother doesn't love you, then who does?"
"You only care about that little cheap person, Xuexue, you're willing to ignore your grandson's life and death for her."
"Nonsense, that's not true."
