Dong Yun looked at Dong Xun, "Don't forget, she is still a widow. A widow showing her face like this is lucky not to be drowned…"
Dong Wenxiu's face changed for a moment. She was a widow, but did she choose to be one?
Yang Ruxin quickly reached out and held Dong Wenxiu's hand, her gaze slightly deepened, exuding a cold aura as she looked toward Dong Xun in the room. If this grandfather couldn't protect her mother, she wouldn't mind knocking out these old fogies.
Dong Wenming had already stood up but before he could speak, Dong Xun's expression darkened, "Uncle, watch your words. What about a widow? Isn't she still my daughter? Our grandmother was a widow for twenty years, managing the family business and raising my father and you… Should our grandmother have been drowned too?"
