"Then Jian Yan must personally teach them!"
Qin Mu thought to herself, she certainly wasn't going to teach her own son.
But she hoped Jian Yan would teach them, whether it was Chengcheng or Huanhuan, she'd be delighted if either of them took over her role.
"Isn't it a bit too much for JY to teach every generation of yours? People have begged for generations and still can't have him as a master."
As Xiaomei handed a paper crane she'd folded over to Chengcheng, she mumbled.
But Chengcheng took the paper crane, gave it a glance, found it boring, and tossed it onto the sofa, then leisurely started tearing the paper into a mess.
"Wow! This kid is exactly like his sister was! But he seems a bit more patient!"
Xiaomei was startled by his actions.
"That's actually good! I think Huanhuan's temperament is a bit lacking in steadiness, but I hope her brother can be a bit more composed, and it's good for boys to be more steady."
