Chapter 32 How Dare You Bully My Grandma

It was Margaret's favorite medical book, which recorded many medicinal food recipes. She usually read it on the deck chair in the yard and told Wynter, "This dish is good. I'll make a fish like this for you today. And pumpkin soup." It was all ruined now! Wynter's eyes darkened with a ruthless look as she strode toward the courtyard. Seeing her, a child dressed as a masseur immediately put down the bucket and eagerly raised his hands to gesture. Wynter held his shoulders, her eyes intense but her tone calm. "Wolf, don't panic. Tell me slowly, what happened?" Margaret had picked up Wolf on the street. He was born mute and could only use sign language, but he could also make some sounds now. He was small and clean, about 11 years old. Wolf raised his arms to gesture to Wynter, looking dull and tough, his eyes charming. "Are you saying the mess outside was all done by Wanda?" Wynter's voice turned cold. Wolf nodded and continued to gesture with a gravelly voice. Wynter raised her