Yang Yumin hurried back with the test report in his hand. The moment he pushed open the door, he said happily, "The results are out. It's nothing serious, just exhaustion from passing the new year. Uh, Grandma's here."
Wu Juying looked coldly at Yang Yumin and demanded, "Your mother is in this state, and you can still smile?"
Yang Yumin's heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what had happened.
The shop had called that morning to say his old mother had suddenly fainted. He had been frantic with worry too. Now that the examinations showed there was nothing seriously wrong, he had relaxed, and there really was a trace of happiness on his face.
But judging by Wu Juying's expression, why did it seem as if he had committed some heinous crime?
Wu Juying slowly turned to face Li Yue, then suddenly began roaring, "Are you two unfilial wretches dead? Your mother has waited twenty-six years to visit your father's grave, and you still won't go? Do you have to wait until she dies with her eyes unclosed just to save those two travel fares?"
"..."
Under Wu Juying's roar, Director Yang and Manager Li could only obediently stand at attention with their heads lowered, trembling like quails in a storm.
Yang Yujiao beside them was frightened as well. Step by step, she edged over to Yang Yumin, standing there with her brother and sister-in-law to be scolded like a criminal punished by association.
Yang Huaihua hurriedly took Wu Juying's hand and pleaded, "It's not the children's fault, and it's not Xiao Yue's fault. It's simply too far away, and the roads are hard to travel. The children have only been working for a few years; they don't have such long holidays."
"What do you mean, too far