Rong Shaoze laughed and said, "He has already learned all this kindergarten stuff, we have every sort of textbook at headquarters. If he goes there, he will learn much more."
The man silently rejoiced in his heart, thankful that he had arranged everything perfectly, leaving no loose ends.
Otherwise, the moment Lin Xinlan had walked in and found Xiaocong's clothes still there, she would have definitely doubted his words.
"Let's go, we should get some rest. Stop worrying about him," he said, moving to wrap his arms around her, leading her outside.
Lin Xinlan glared at him, dissatisfied, "Xiaocong is your son too. I really don't understand why you could be so heartless as to send him away."
"It's precisely because he is my son that I want him to become stronger."
Lin Xinlan understood as well that, being the son of Rong Shaoze, Xiaocong's future life would inevitably involve a lot of bloodshed.
Only by getting stronger could he better protect himself.
