At this moment, Yang Ruotong's mother, Madam Sun, also saw Old Madam Zhao. She was initially overjoyed, but then regained her composure and her face became indifferent.

Ruotong returned last year and stayed at her parents' home for so long, but not a single person from the Zhao family came to visit her, let alone come to take her back.

After waiting for so long, all you've sent is an old woman like you? Doesn't your Zhao family have anyone else?

Although that's what she thought, Sun didn't say it out loud. Since the old lady had come, it meant that the Zhao family hadn't forgotten their daughter.

"Grandma, we've gone to the market. Please forgive us for neglecting you."

When she saw the scattered pastries on the table, Mrs. Sun frowned. These pastries were obviously brought by Old Mrs. Zhao. How did they end up like this? What happened at home just now?

Just then, Tiedan came out of the room, looking aggrieved, and nestled in Sun's arms, crying.

"Grandma, Dad won't let me eat snacks, and he even hit me."

Seeing her grandson crying so sadly, Mrs. Sun felt a pang of heartache, but also a little puzzled.

Her son doted on Tiedan, always letting him eat his fill of whatever good food was available. Why was he hitting her precious grandson today just for a few snacks?

Yang Ruotong looked at Tiedan, who was crying very sadly, and then at the pastries scattered all over the table. She immediately understood what had happened.

"Tiedan, where's your dad?"

"After my father hit me, he went out, and I don't know where he went."

Could it be that Tie Dan ate the snacks that Grandma Zhao brought, and his brother beat him? That shouldn't be the case. There must be another reason why Tie Dan was beaten.