"Good child," Shen Jianhua gently patted her head.
Zhou Lanfang and Zhou Siyu, seeing this scene, felt a bit unsure themselves; could Shen Jianhua be changing his mind?
Zhou Lanfang couldn't keep things to herself. Right after dinner, she hurriedly pulled Shen Jianhua back to their room.
"Jianhua, you're not seriously considering selling everything to let that wretched girl go to school, are you?"
"Don't you know what I think?" Shen Jianhua glared at her. It was better to keep these things to ourselves—why keep bringing it up?
If the children heard, how could he face his daughter?
"It's just that you scared me," said Zhou Lanfang, relieved to know he wasn't really planning on sending Shen Mianmian to school.
How had she not noticed before? Her man was such a good actor; she was almost fooled.
