Ansel cast his gaze downward, not allowing him to see the emotions in his eyes, "Next time, I'll be more careful."
Nangong Wenxiang did not press further, "Off you go, have fun with your mother."
"Yes." Both of them nodded in agreement.
Upon leaving the study, Jian Yufei felt much more relaxed.
Every time she faced that old man, she would get very nervous…
"Ansel, what kind of homework did your maternal grandfather assign you?" she asked, puzzled.
Ansel spoke indifferently, "Nothing much, just an essay about economics."
Jian Yufei: "..."
She knew that Ansel's education was different from other children's, but she hadn't expected him to be learning such profound subjects at such a young age.
"Ansel, are you tired from studying?" Jian Yufei couldn't help but ask, an ache of sympathy in her voice.
Ansel looked up, his clear black-and-white eyes stared blankly at her.
