Xibao was already a big kid, a graceful youth. In her heart, she hoped her son would gain more knowledge; being around these masters was far more beneficial than being with her and Lu Jiang.
He Qingyin walked in with an old goose, hearing the conversation between the teacher and junior sister, and said, "There's nothing bad about staying in the hometown. Are we old folks any worse than the teachers in schools for the children of cadres? What they can teach students, we can too. But what we teach, they may not understand. If it weren't for the fact that it's better for kids to live with their parents when they're young, we'd want to keep Fubao and the triplets around to teach them properly. They are all little geniuses, adding endless fun to our lives."
Feng Qingxue saw her and couldn't help but laugh.
