When Liu Hong saw her two sons, she held herself a little straighter than usual and shot Su Baozhu a disdainful look.
"Who knows if there's something wrong with her head? She actually ran into Erya's room to play with fire. Look what happened—everything was burned to ashes."
Su Guangzong glared irritably at Su Baozhu, who was still wiping away her tears. "You jinx, what are you crying for?"
"All right, Guangzong. Baozhu is already upset. Why are you being so harsh with her?"
Old Lady Su had been quite happy to see her two grandsons, but this sudden incident had left her feeling rather displeased.
After all, her granddaughter had been frightened, and her face and throat had been injured as well.
Su Guangzong was angry about more than just that. With a cold expression, he said, "Grandma, look at what she's done.
"She drove Erya away, and all the gold ended up belonging to someone else. Now she nearly burned down our entire house.
"If you keep protecting her like this, who knows what will happen in the future? I think we brothers had better come home less often from now on."
When he had received his mother's call, he had been so furious that he had nearly spat blood.
If he hadn't still had to take his exams, he would have rushed back long ago.
Old Lady Su frowned. "What kind of thing is that to say? That gold clearly belonged to that ungrateful, heartless Erya, who refused to bring it back. How can you blame Baozhu?"
"How can I not blame her?"
"If she hadn't refused to marry, would Erya have been driven away? If Erya hadn't left, could the gold have ended up in someone else's hands?"
Su Guangzong had wanted to buy a radio