Wu Juying got into Li Ye's car. Even after they had left Qingshui County for quite a while, she still did not speak, merely staring blankly at the empty highway illuminated by the headlights, silent and lost in thought.
Elderly people could not bottle up their anger. After swallowing too much resentment, they would either damage their own health or spray it all over the younger generation until the youngsters had no idea what was going on.
From what Li Ye knew of Wu Juying, he felt that his grandmother was probably the latter sort. Before long, she would surely seize on some excuse and vent all the resentment in her heart on someone else.
People all said that women in Dongshan Province had low status, but that was only because they had never witnessed the ferocious grandeur of a Dongshan woman cursing someone out.
When a man wanted a drink, she would open her mouth and say, "Will you die if you don't take that sip?"
When a man wanted to go out and fool around, she would offer him her warmest blessing: "You'd better die out there!"
And at times like that, those supposedly "local emperors" of their families absolutely did not dare talk back. They had to take one step back and find a vast sky and sea, or else they would get to experience the formidable stamina of Dongshan women in battle.
It would not be over for a whole week. What man could endure that?
So Li Ye cautiously said, "Grandma, if you think this matter is hard to handle, I—"
"Hard to handle, so what? Are you going to play the indiscriminate good guy again?"
The moment Wu Juying spoke, her words indeed carried the smell of gunpowder. Yet what she said made Li