The Princess Steals Home
Only at home could she put down all her pretense and not worry about others scheming against her.
"You've trained him well," said Zhang Ronghua.
"Of course." Zhang Qin stroked his beard proudly.
Zheng Rou couldn't help but roll her eyes at this shameless guy.
"Go to the study room," Zhang Qin called out.
The door closed.
The father and son sat across the table, with six plates of spiritual fruits placed in front of them. Now that the conditions were good, the spiritual fruits that they could not touch and could not bear to eat in the past had become a " common meal."
"What's the situation like now?" Zhang Qin asked with a serious expression.