Rongchuan turned and left, thinking to himself that the eldest grandson of the Dong family had lived for twenty years in vain, not even comparable to Ming Teng. Although Ming Teng was mischievous, he had an exceptionally high emotional intelligence!
Dong Liao dared not chase after him and shout, as Zhang Rongchuan was not only a boy raised by his maternal grandparents but also regarded as half a son by the Zhou family. A trace of fear crept into his heart, the fear that Zhang Rongchuan might tattle on him.
Zhulan closed her eyes, aware that the two people nearby had left. She knew Lady Donglin was in an awkward position, and it was better not to open her eyes. In her mind, she thought that although Lady Donglin and her husband were not bad people, their approach to educating their descendants was indeed poor.
