"Okay," Shen Mianmian nodded, glancing over at Shen Jianhua's position, just in time to see Li Chunhua whispering something to Shen Jianhua.
"Jianhua, don't be as confused as Lanfang. Whether Mianmian does well in her studies or not, she is the daughter you raised. Siyu may be a good student, but her surname is Zhou after all. Even if she's willing to be filial to you in the future, would her husband's family accept it? She has to care for her own father on one side and you on the other; how can one manage both?"
When it comes to comparison, which side to give up is obvious, isn't it?
No matter how bad parents are, they are still her real parents in Zhou Siyu's eyes. Even if it were just for show, one couldn't treat their own parents badly.
What do uncle and aunt count for?
"..."
The ideas that Zhou Lanfang had instilled in him were all punctured by Li Chunhua, leaving Shen Jianhua struggling to save face, his cheeks flushing with shame.
