Between these two women, one was raised by her own hands. The other she watched grow up from childhood.
At this moment, Old Madam Zheng looked somewhat distressed and raised her hand to hold Old Master Zheng's hand, "Since the child already knows her mistake, let's forgive her this time."
Zheng Lingling quickly said, "Daddy! Xianjing knows she was wrong, please spare Xianjing this once."
Old Master Zheng threw down the whip, "Remember not to make the same mistake again!"
No matter what, Zheng Xianjing was still his granddaughter, and actually, Old Master Zheng felt somewhat reluctant to punish her.
"Thank you, Dad, thank you, Dad." Zheng Lingling went on, "Xianjing, quickly thank Grandpa."
"Thank you, Grandpa."
Old Master Zheng let out a sigh, "A prodigal who returns is more precious than gold, get up now."
