In the bedroom.
Zhang Yi sat on a stool beside her, venting her dissatisfaction incessantly.
"In my opinion, Grandma Wu is just bullying you and your daughter."
An Ying put down the newspaper in her hand and looked at the indignant Zhang Yi. A gentle smile appeared on her beautiful face, "In the end, it's my fault to begin with. If I hadn't flooded her house, Grandma Wu's life wouldn't have been like this."
"You are just too kind-hearted." Zhang Yi had been talking for so long, but with a few words, the other party calmed her anger, leaving her feeling repressed.
"Boom..."
"Ouch!"
A dull sound came from outside the door, followed by a shout.
Zhang Yi cautiously got up to open the door and saw the young girl covering her head with a guilty look.
"Hehe, Zhang Yi." An Yin took a couple of steps forward and entered the bedroom.
"Did you bump into the door?" Zhang Yi approached to check her forehead.
An Yin let go of her hand, "Mm."
