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Zhao Shouren looked at Su Chong and Su Hua. No matter how he looked at them, they were already in their teens. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for such an old child to be sent here to learn. After all, at such an age, they should already be married.

Su Sanlang said, "I want my two children to enter school. Their mental illnesses were cured recently, so they want them to come to school to learn how to read."

Zhao Shouren finished sizing up Su Chong and Su Hua. Hearing Su Sanlang's neither servile nor overbearing tone, his gaze landed on Su Sanlang.

One of Su Sanlang's eyes was wrapped in gray cloth. Zhao Shouren frowned. He looked at Su Sanlang and said, "A few years ago, I heard that a family cut ties with their parents. Later, they went into the mountains and killed a big tiger. They went blind in one eye. It seemed that there were two sons with mental disabilities in the family. Is that your family?"