Shi Qing looked at Mr. Zhou's third son and lowered his eyelids. He really felt envious. Mr. Zhou was not one to smile or speak casually with his son, but whenever Chang Lian had a question, Mr. Zhou would patiently answer it and would ask if he understood. If not, Mr. Zhou would explain it in detail until Chang Lian got it.
Chang Lian could take any book he wanted to read, and Shi Qing was too envious and painfully admiring. "You're better off not knowing."
Chang Lian just wanted to ask questions. If he got an answer, it was a gain. If he couldn't, he would simply stop asking. He knew some curiosities should not be delved into too deeply. "Let's go, Meng Jie is waiting for us!"
Shi Qing hummed in acknowledgement, his gaze lingering on Chang Lian with envy. What a good father, a good master; each one was something he had yearned for. Some people are just born lucky.
