Lin Yi was absolutely furious, acting without any regard.
Zhang Anfeng, however, had to be cautious due to the little son clinging to his leg, shocked by his wife's sudden charge. Naturally, he was restricted, and soon there were several blood marks on his face and neck from her fingernails.
Seeing how precious he held this little son he had been secretly hiding, Lin Yi's anger boiled even more, "You cherish him so much, but our son is still in the hospital recovering from injuries. During the New Year, no one went to see Xiaoxuan, and you dare bring this little bastard's son to the old house to acknowledge ancestors. Do you think you're doing right by me and by Lingzhou?"
As she spoke, she cast a sinister glance at the little boy being protected by her husband, "He's just a little bastard, not worthy!"
