Zhuang Yanyan, who returned a day early, originally wanted to call the West Suburb Hotel but when she thought of her grandson being there with Jinglei, she suppressed the idea. She didn’t want to disturb them and hoped that this trip would bring new progress.

Zhuang Yanyan ran over, just about to embrace Feng Jinglei, but as she got closer she saw the glaring scar on her face, causing her actions and expression to freeze for a moment! The joy on her face was replaced by surprise and concern.

"Jinglei, your face... what happened to your face?"

Looking at the noticeable scar on her face, Zhuang Yanyan’s heart broke with pain.

Facing her concern, Feng Jinglei just instinctively raised her hand, touched the scar, and then smiled slightly, saying, "It’s okay, it’ll be better in a couple of days."

Despite her words, Zhuang Yanyan’s worry couldn’t be immediately dispelled, her concerned gaze still scrutinizing her, seemingly looking for other injuries.

Sure enough, she immediately noticed the injury on her hand, her expression full of urgent distress, "And your hand, is it hurt too?"

Feng Jinglei just smiled and looked at her hand, "Don’t worry, Grandma Qin, this wound is nearly healed."

Feng Jinglei couldn’t help but think, if Grandma Qin saw more of her injuries, who knows how she’d react. Fortunately, her clothes hid them.

Seeing her ’covered in scars’, how could Zhuang Yanyan feel at ease? Her gaze shifted, spotting her grandson at the back of the car with luggage, she ran over angrily to question him!

"What happened to Jinglei’s injuries!? Was it you, boy!?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Faced with Grandma’s biased questioning, Qin Feimo didn’t know how to respond, he glanced at Feng Jinglei not far away.

Her injuries weren’t directly related to him, but they were indirectly.

His long silence further solidified Zhuang Yanyan’s doubts. She raised her fist and punched her grandson’s shoulders and chest.

"You punk, if you’re capable, go bully someone else, what’s the point of bullying Jinglei!"

"Grandma, that hurts!"

Zhuang Yanyan, along with Qin Guozhong, had some skills, and she wasn’t holding back despite him being her grandson.

Qin Feimo, a bit annoyed, protested directly.

"You still know it hurts!?" Zhuang Yanyan yelled with determination to seek justice for Feng Jinglei!

"Of course it hurts!"

"Then why did you bully Jinglei, a girl!?"

"I didn’t bully her!"

Zhuang Yanyan paused, "Then how did she get injured?"

Qin Feimo was at a loss for words again. To say it really had nothing to do with him seemed irresponsible.

He didn’t reply, carried the luggage, and walked towards the marble steps.

Qin Bo walked over, enthusiastically taking the luggage from him, "The Young Master is back."

"Stop right there!"

Pulling up Feng Jinglei, Zhuang Yanyan chased from behind.

They reached the living room, as Qin Guozhong descended from the second floor, hearing the commotion downstairs, knowing that his grandson and Jinglei had returned.

As he reached the middle of the stairs, he saw his wife in the living room playing a game of chase with their grandson.

"Yanyan, what are you doing?" Qin Guozhong was puzzled. She had been eager to return from abroad, missing her grandson and Jinglei, but now it seemed she wanted to chop her own grandson?