Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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"Hah, Old Sir Wu, I cannot agree with you."

Yan Jinsu waved away her husband’s hand resting on her shoulder, stepped forward two paces, and coldly retorted:

"No matter if it’s about benevolence, filial piety, righteousness, or morality, one should cultivate oneself before treating others with respect. Liu Dongzhu has shown unfilial and unrighteous behavior, and she deserves to face the consequences!

Either she goes to jail, at least for a year or more, to rectify her manners, or your grandson divorces her, letting her taste the bitterness of losing her husband!"

Yan Jinsu’s face was stern, not intimidated at all by Wu Youbai’s gravity.

In her eyes, Wu Youbai’s imposing aura didn’t put any pressure on her; instead, her piercing and sinister gaze startled Wu Youbai profoundly.

He hadn’t expected that this long-lost granddaughter found unexpectedly by Old Yan would possess such a demeanor and experience.

"Miss Yan, you must know that ’a shot arrow does not turn back’. Today you have me, the Wu Family, divorce Liu, and tomorrow, I won’t accept her back into the Wu Family."

The Wu family can’t afford such disgrace.