Zhuang Ganmei broke her defense in an instant: "Why are you talking to me? Isn't it because I went to college to take it seriously? Is your books all over the dog's belly?"

Zhuang Tunan despised: "Reading is to understand the truth. Confucius said: How to repay kindness? Repay grievances with righteousness and repay kindness with kindness. If you are less likely to read, you can ask my dad to translate it for you."

"What are you talking about..." Zhuang Ganmei was so angry that her face turned red and her neck was thick. If Zhuang Chaoying hadn't stopped him, she would have taken action.

Seeing that the situation was moving in a direction that he could not control, Mr. Zhuang slapped the table hard: "It's enough, why bother quarrel? This is the hospital."

Just then, the nurse outside heard the movement and ran in and complained.

"It's just arguing, and you have to make arguing. Don't hinder the patient's rest here."

Mr. Zhuang's original majestic expression was a little unconfident. After the nurse left, he said to Zhuang Tunan with a dark face: "Tunan, where is Xiaoting? Your grandmother is sick, so she doesn't even look at her?"

"Grandpa, do you really just want Xiaoting to take a look? Or do you want Xiaoting to serve her grandma?"

Zhuang Tunan's rhetorical question made Zhuang feel as uncomfortable as if a walnut was stuffed into his throat.

"What are you saying? My grandmother is sick. Shouldn't Xiaoting come to take care of her as a granddaughter?" Mr. Zhuang cursed as he slapped the table.

"Zhuang Chaoying, look at what kind of children you raise. You are so unfilial. When the old man is sick, you should gather around and serve him with all your heart. Now you don't even show your face. Have your conscience been eaten by the dog?"

Zhuang Chaoying's head was almost penetrated into his crotch when he was scolded.

Zhuang Tunan didn't take this trick and said sarcastically: "Grandpa, you are unfair. Why is it Xiaoting's responsibility to take care of grandma?"

Before Mr. Zhuang could react, he said to Mr. Zhuang again: "Grandma, Xiaoting was sick when she was a child. Have you taken care of her? Even once?"

Ms. Zhuang opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word. She felt guilty. When Huang Ling gave birth, she took the initiative to transfer her to another place with the factory leader for three days of confinement. It was naturally even more impossible for the child to take care of him when he was sick.

"Didn't you and Xiaoting take care of your mother..." Ms. Zhuang said angrily.

Zhuang Tunan sneered: "Grandma, I remember when Zhendong Zhenbei was sick, you took care of it throughout the whole process. Now that you are sick, should they ask them to serve you, or is Zhendong Zhenbei not filial and unwilling to serve you?"

Zhuang Ganmei was furious: "Brother, listen, what is your son saying? Is there anyone talking to the elders like this?"

"Uncle Second, it seems that I'm talking about your pain, otherwise why are you so excited?" Zhuang Tunan didn't know why he was so eloquent today. Perhaps it was because of his dissatisfaction that had been surging for a long time in his heart, so he took this opportunity to vent.

Master Zhuang was so angry that his eyes were full of fire: "Zhuang Chaoying, look at the good son you raised, this is to anger your mother and me to death."

"Grandma, I see that you look OK, so I'll go back first. Xiaoting and Pengfei are still waiting for me to go back and give them some lessons."

As soon as Zhuang Tunan left, the things he brought were thrown out, and there was another burst of ghosts and wolves howling in the ward.

"Oh, why is my life so hard? My grandchildren who have finally raised me will not care about my life or death."
Chapter completed!