yan chi was about to hand over his tools when huaisheng glanced at him. " the boy can do it himself. "
little yan frowned. differential treatment?
he had no choice but to sort out his tools and follow him into the house.
little yan even gestured with his hands. at his age, he should be able to grow this tall.
……
after they entered the house, they washed their hands and sat at the table. the children were not young anymore and could take care of themselves. with huaisheng taking care of them, there was no need to worry about them when the adults chatted.
"... has qinyuan school made the necessary arrangements?" the old lady had not been in good health in recent years, and her memory was not very good. she would always ask the same question many times.
"yes, it's been arranged. don't worry." song fengwan had to raise her voice when she spoke to her, so the old lady was a little deaf.
"which school?"
