Qiu Liya tugged on Old Master Bo, preventing him from making a phone call, but Old Master Bo was furiously insistent, neck bulging as he insisted on making the call: "No, I can't stand these unfilial descendants, I must scold them!"
"If a call must be made, let me do it!" Qiu Liya persuaded.
"You're going to make the call?" Old Master Bo looked at his wife.
Qiu Liya nodded, "You are too angry right now. If you call now, it will only add to the chaos. Let me make the call!"
"Liya, aren't you angry? They… they spoke about you like that…"
"What good does being angry do!" Qiu Liya sighed lightly.
How could she not be angry!
She had been married to Old Master Bo for so many years, treating his eldest like her own, striving for fairness, yet they spoke of her like this. How could she not be angry?
But then, what good does being angry do?
She might as well treat her kindness as having been wasted on dogs.
It's not like she should let herself get physically sick over it!
