Yan Ning was immediately astonished: "You actually guessed right! I... I really thought of that..."
As she spoke, Yan Ning's face instantly blushed.
Zhang Jingdong affectionately hooked her delicate chin: "Actually, you don't need to imagine. From the day I started teaching Zifeng, I truly treated him as if he were my own son."
"You should be able to see how strict and dedicated I am with him; I am not lying. For all these years, I have never taught someone else the skills I am good at with such dedication."
Yan Ning nodded understandingly: "Of course, I can feel it. In fact, Zifeng has mentioned more than once how useful the things you taught him are and how much respect and admiration he has for you."
But then Yan Ning suddenly thought of something, her expression dimmed: "It's just a pity that they are all grown up now. Although they are still close to me, there are many things they no longer share with me."
