Zhou Qi knew his grandson well; though usually flippant and lackadaisical, he was serious when it mattered. Thus, his words definitely held ground.
Facing Zhou Qi's inquiry, Shi Su did not respond but instead turned to look at Han Yu in the crowd. Sensing her gaze, the latter subtly nodded. With Han Yu's affirmation, Shi Su quickly composed herself, her expression turning cold: "Elder Zhou, your grandson is quite the storyteller. I hope he continues, as I am curious to see what 'evidence' he plans to concoct to slander me."
"Fine. Since you are so deluded and still struggling at death's door, don't blame me for not giving you face," Zhou Qi sternly said. "Honestly, this wasn't a big deal. If you had just told the truth, everyone could have shared the credit. But you, being narrow-minded, not only hid the truth but also monopolized all the credit for yourself. Shi Su, ask yourself, aren't you ashamed?"
