She knew Zhuang Chaoying must have been nearly mad with rage by then, and she feared he would strike without restraint and hurt their son.
Zhou Cheng, however, looked utterly unconcerned. "I'm not scared. If it really comes to blows, who knows who'll get beaten! If they dare keep my mom from eating at the table, I don't care what kind of banquet it is. Flipping their table is going easy on them."
Huang Ling looked at him helplessly, her heart both aching and warmed. "All that big talk! I know you wanted to stand up for me, but now that you've vented your anger, what are you going to do when we get back?"
Zhou Cheng's expression never changed. "Then I won't go back."
Almost half an hour passed before Huang Ling returned to the Old Zhuang family home.
Zhou Cheng refused to set foot through that door again, and she could not leave her child alone in the street, so she had decided to take him home first.
She returned to the Old Zhuang family home to let them know, only to discover Zhuang Xiaoting crying at the entrance to the main room with a bowl in her arms.
With Zhou Cheng absent, Granny Zhuang had poured all her anger onto her youngest granddaughter.
That thoroughly enraged Huang Ling.
She could endure being wronged herself. Her son had gone a little too far, so she was in no position to say much more.
But Xiaoting was well-behaved and sensible. She had done nothing wrong, yet her own grandmother had hurled abuse at her. Even Huang Ling, so accustomed to giving way, could no longer bear it.
"I'll discipline my own daughter!"
Huang Ling stiffly talked back to Granny Zhuang.
She had originally brought along a Great Unity