"Get out of the way!" Feng Ruolei said impatiently. "I don't need any more insoles."

...

So, Su Tingrong, who had been waiting for most of the night and was certain that her son would be released soon, waited until the middle of the night, but still received no news.

As dawn broke, she dialed the number again and was told that the person was out on a mission.

She was out on a mission again, using the same familiar tone as when she had asked someone to rescue her granddaughter a few months ago.

"Go and call Jingxuan over here."

"Grandma!" Jingxuan, still half asleep, sat down in front of the old lady. When she saw her grandmother's dark face and the look of impending doze, she was instantly wide awake.

"Tell me, what kind of person is Ruan Xianxian?"

Jingxuan still felt lingering fear when she thought of Ruan Xianxian again, and pursed her lips.

"I haven't met her many times, but I know she's quite formidable. From the educated youth settlement to the brigade and then to the commune, no one is afraid of her."

The strangest thing is that they both fear and respect each other.

The villagers often cursed her, but if anyone else chimed in, the villagers would turn against her, not allowing anyone else to utter a single word against her.

Su Tingrong was surprised by her granddaughter's answer.

Jingxuan then told her grandmother about the things she had heard about Ruan Xianxian from the village.

The more the old lady listened, the deeper her gaze became.

She finally realized she'd messed up!

Insufficient information led to a wrong judgment, resulting in provoking the wrong person.

Jingxuan shrank back in fear. "Grandma, do you really want my brother to marry that woman? I'm telling you, he can't handle her."

Now that things have come to this, the old lady doesn't want to say anything about regretting it.

He stood up and said, "Wang Ma, help me get ready. I'm going to see Comrade Ruan in person."