To fool a kid about the same age as his little brother, Song Lingzhao figured he was quite adept. Oh, it wasn't fooling, rather enlightening.
Moreover, he had attended Song Ci's classes himself, so he just needed to convey her elder's views directly.
So, Song Lingzhao cleared his throat and, in one breath, relayed everything Song Ci had ever said, except some matters regarding the military.
Xia Qie felt a bit strange, how could people's grandmothers be so different? His grandmother never talked about such profound principles; all she did was encourage him to play, eat, and do whatever he liked.
And his mother, she was always worried he might melt or break; at the slightest discomfort, she'd start crying sadly.
Xia Qie looked at Song Lingzhao's bright and handsome face, sighed inwardly, people are indeed different, and the kind of family raises the kind of children.
"What's wrong, don't you like hearing it?" Song Lingzhao eyed him sideways.
