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That was the original owner's only grandson—Xu Wencong.
Xu Wencong was only five years old this year, and he hid behind Teacher Xu, looking at his parents kneeling in front of the door with nothing but disdain in his eyes.
Even though Xiaoying did not think highly of the Second Branch's superficiality, how could one not feel chilled to the bone seeing Xu Wencong treat his own parents like this?
Could such a child really be expected to amount to anything when he grew up?
Xiaoying thought not, believing that if Xu Wencong continued this way, he would become even more selfish than Xu Changsheng and might even betray his own kin for the sake of profit.
"Wencong, I have always held you in high regard, for you are a clever child. If you were to stop studying now, it would truly be a waste of your talent!" Teacher Xu said with profound distress. "But the command of your parents cannot be defied. The teacher has done his utmost, so go back with your dad and mom."
