"Ye'er, Feng'er, get up." Mr. Wen's voice fell, and immediately two women in their thirties came over to help Luo Ye and Luo Feng to their feet.
"Come here, Feng'er, Ye'er, come to Grandma's side." Although the grandma was still very emotional, her tears were not as torrential as at the beginning.
Luo Ye obediently pulled her brother to Grandma's side, eyes brimming with tears as she called out "Grandma," and glanced cautiously at Old Master Wen. Seeing no particular expression on his face, she swallowed back the words "Grandpa" that were on the tip of her tongue.
"Good! Good!" Grandma's lips quivered, as if those were the only words she could utter.
Old Master Wen glanced over at everyone, then looked at the kneeling Luo Zhenggang and Wen Xin in front: "Just because I told the children to get up doesn't mean I've forgiven you. You could cut ties with the Wen Family for twenty years and three months, and now you come knocking? What are you trying to imply?"
