Ji Liansong's words were practically a roar.
He shouted until veins bulged on his face, scaring the wits out of Granny Kang.
"You... you..." Granny Kang clutched her chest, stunned speechless.
Grief-stricken and furious, Ji Liansong cut her off before she could start cursing.
"Mingfang is your grandson! He's not a useless cripple! He wasn't born with a limp! Don't you know why he ended up this way, Mother? Tell me, how could you pretend like nothing happened all these years? Every time you curse Mingfang, it's like stabbing a knife into his heart, over and over again! And I just watched... I was afraid of upsetting you, so I even made Mingfang apologize to you! I..."
Ji Liansong's frenzied expression was a mixture of resentment for Granny Kang and the others, and of profound self-loathing.
Granny Kang was truly frightened.
It wasn't just that a mild-mannered person suddenly erupting in anger was terrifying; it was because he had brought up the past.
'How does he know?'
