In addition, there was an exceptionally exquisite wooden comb, which the original owner's father had personally made for Yao Yulin when he was a carpenter's apprentice. She took it as a keepsake.
Auntie looked at the wooden comb in Yao Yulin's hand with amazement in her eyes and exclaimed, "What is this? How do you have such a nice thing?"
Before Yao Yulin could answer, Zhiyin gave her a cold look and said, "What? Looking for trouble?"
Her tone was full of sarcasm, "This is a token of love that my father left to my mother. You want to steal it? Have you no shame?"
"you…"
Auntie's face turned pale, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "No, who can prove it? And you're not allowed to take your father's clothes either!"
“He is your grandmother’s son, and your grandmother also wants to keep him as a memento.”
"That's right, that's right!! You're not allowed to take my son's clothes! If you're going to leave, then leave cleanly!"
Grandmother, who was in her room, heard the commotion and quickly chimed in.
In reality, she didn't care about her youngest son at all; she was just doing this to upset her confidante.
Zhiyin's face darkened instantly, and she laughed in anger. Seeing Yuanyuan and Mengmeng's shouts coming from outside, she no longer held back.
He immediately slapped his still-nagging aunt across the face, yelling, "This is outrageous! Get out of here!!"
"We have absolutely no relation now, and I won't let you use filial piety to pressure me anymore! If you dare to whine in front of me again, I'll beat you to death!"
After she finished speaking, her sharp gaze moved from her panicked aunt's face to Zhi Zhaodi's face, who was watching the show, and finally settled on her grandmother's somewhat guilty face.
He gave them a light snort, ignoring their unpleasant expressions, and carrying his bags, he exchanged a few glances with Yao Yulin and Zhihua before walking out together.
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