"Do we really have to tear each other apart?" Ye Ranran took a deep breath, turned around and calmly said, "Because of what you just said, even if you beg me on your knees, I won't help you. And besides, I've told you long ago, my mother is dead, do you want me to take you to her grave?"
"Forget it, better you don't go, lest it upsets my mother."
After she finished speaking, Ye Ranran glanced at the few people shouting nearby, her gaze sharper than a knife, causing them to gradually halt their yelling.
"Ranran, don't be angry, mom didn't do it on purpose," Ye Tianjing hastily said.
"So your implication is that I did it on purpose?" Ye Ranran laughed as she looked at him.
"No, I didn't mean that," Ye Tianjing quickly explained.
"Enough, what's all this fuss? It's time to go home!" Ye's father, leaning on a crutch, appeared in the crowd.
Now it's complete, everyone finally showed up.