If the twins just fussed a bit, it would be fine, but they just wouldn't cry. Their tears lingered, making one feel a pang of sadness.
Hua Miaozhu kept throwing glances at Zhan Jing, hinting at how she, as a mother, could be so heartless.
Zhan Jing felt so wronged. If she could, she definitely wouldn't want her children to start living as boarders so early. But since Uncle Zhuge said so, what could she do as the younger generation asking for a favor?
Could she negotiate with Uncle Zhuge? Zhan Jing really didn't have the guts. Uncle Zhuge's aura is even more imposing than before, making it impossible for a housewife from the Northeastern rural area like her to muster up the courage.
"I'll talk to Uncle Zhuge about it later." Feeling uncomfortable under her mother's gaze, all Zhan Jing could do was promise to try her best.
As soon as Zhan Jing finished speaking, the tears that had been circling around the twins' eyes quickly disappeared, leaving her stunned.
