An Lan promised Feng Chaoyang.
Feng Chaoyang naturally trusted An Lan, and he nodded firmly, "When Mumu and I grow up, we will definitely show our filial piety to uncle and aunt."
"Good boy, go back to sleep now." An Lan really wanted to say it wasn't necessary, as long as they could live well in the future, but looking into Feng Chaoyang's steadfast eyes, she eventually changed her response.
After Feng Chaoyang left the room, Zhang Ya and An Xuan came in. They had been listening at the door for who knows how long, and Zhang Ya was filled with righteous indignation as soon as she entered.
"Feng Chaoyang's uncle and aunt are really heartless! Giving them twenty thousand yuan was actually letting them off cheap. I want to hire someone to put a sack over their heads now, they are not human, treating their own niece and nephew like this."
An Xuan, on the other hand, was reminded of Yuan Dahai. These two were even worse than Yuan Dahai.