"For you, such a picky person, to say a word of praise, Xiao Xi is indeed exceptional." Su Jiameng's heart was once again overwhelmed by her constant 'foolish, admiring heart,' feeling proud and smug no matter how she listened to it.
"Although the young master is very intelligent, he is, after all, just a child..." At this point, Changxi was somewhat reluctant to continue.
"Even at a young age, he is still Su Jiameng's son. I believe he can..." Su Jiameng's tone became slightly agitated, but she continued, "I just want you to intentionally or unintentionally teach him the principles of life and some common knowledge. More things can wait until he is a bit older. Childhood only comes once; once it's gone, it's lost forever. I still hope Xiao Xi can be happy..."
