Song Ci looked at Song Lingzhao's blushing face, and felt it was necessary to give her grandson a lesson in sex education, to prevent the child's worldview from being as corrupted as his eyes.
So, Song Lingzhao jumped into his grandmother's carriage, sat cross-legged, and solemnly held his posture, his big eyes like copper bells staring at Song Ci.
Song Ci: "..."
Fell into silence for a moment.
In fact, she had never been a mother herself, so how was she supposed to talk about these things with a teenage boy? It didn't seem quite appropriate.
"Grandmother?"
"Ah?" Song Ci snapped back to reality and blurted out, "How did you end up in that place at the time, who else was there with you, and did those two not notice you?"
If Song Lingzhao had been discovered, then his safety would be a concern. Who knows if that man would do something drastic to silence him.
