The three quickly changed the topic.
Somehow, they started talking about Xia Jingfeng's childhood.
Looking at the table full of snacks and premium tea, Lady Wen smiled and said,
"Back then, when Jingfeng was a child, he was always hungry, and his little face was always sallow and emaciated!"
"The pity is... I didn't have many options back then!"
"All three children were struggling!"
"You don't need to mention it; frail like a bean sprout, yet kept gritting your teeth to study hard!"
"I still remember, your little body was covered in frostbite in the winter, and rashes and mosquito bites in the summer!"
"Such a figure would make anyone concerned, even an unrelated person!"
"And your mother!"
"She was even worse off than you, scrimping to let her brother eat more, risking her life several times!"
"As for Tingting, he was like a runaway horse, never returning home, wandering outside every day, who knows what he was doing!"
