Seeing Feng Jun speaking with a smile, Yuan Youwei couldn't help but change his expression.
He was twelve years old this year, and although spoiled considerably at home, he already knew before coming here what he was going to face, and he was very clear that he had no choice but to comply.
However, even so, he still looked sidelong at his mother, his eyes filled with a plea for help.
Faced with her son's plea for help, Li Ting decisively chose to ignore it, as she didn't want her leniency to ruin all their efforts.
Xu Ruofang, on the other hand, smiled slightly at the young boy, "Xiao Wei, be good. Uncle is helping you lose weight. Wouldn't you like to become a handsome young man who makes the girls scream for you?"
Yuan Youwei pursed his lips, and muttered softly, "What's so great about screaming? Matching social and financial status is what's most important."
