Seeing Feng Qianhua being so reasonable and blaming all the mistakes on Feng Xianxian, Old Mrs. Lin felt very guilty.
She thought that she had taught Lin ze well.
This time, she took the college entrance examination and was the top scholar in the Arts in Beijing. In front of everyone, she had won her favor.
It was a pity.
That was all superficial.
This child’s upbringing was far inferior to Feng Xianxian’s.
In front of Feng Xianxian, other than his academic results being a little better, Lin Ze was inferior to Feng Xianxian in all other aspects.
Old Madam Lin only regretted that she had not given the infant Lin ze to Feng Qianhua to feed.
But now, what was the use of regretting?
Old Mrs. Lin Sighed. “I spoiled ah ze! It has nothing to do with Xianxian. Qianhua, don’t blame the Child!”
Feng Qianhua smiled and said, “Ah Ze has been sensible since he was young. He’s nothing like Xianxian! Crazy Girl!”
Feng Xianxian pouted to express her dissatisfaction.
