C1128 The 11th28 Chapter

As Zhao Zhihong spoke, an image quickly formed in Yuan Guomin's mind of a plump, stern-faced old lady who always stood with her hands on her hips, yelling at him and his siblings.

Yuan Guomin immediately lost interest and shrugged dismissively. "Oh, it's her. Why are we even talking about her death? Sure, she was Dad's mom, but didn't she kick us out of the house? She almost got Mom killed, too