"Xiao Yu, don't misunderstand, Juanyan might have just gone to meet an ordinary friend,"
Chi Ying felt her headache starting again as she pondered how to explain the situation.
Nan Yu finished her chicken soup and smiled faintly, "Grandma, I understand. Let him be busy with his matters."
Chi Ying looked at the injuries on Nan Yu's hands and thought about how she had narrowly escaped death last night. Today, not only had her husband ignored her, but he had also gone to see another woman.
For a moment, she felt resentful toward her own grandson.
"Xiao Yu, when he comes back, I will teach him a lesson and make him explain himself. For now, the most important thing is for you to recover. Let's have dinner first,"
Nan Yu obediently nodded, "Okay."
After dinner, using rest as a reason, Nan Yu entered the room Chi Ying had arranged for her.