And he also had his own ulterior motives, wanting her to accept everything about him so that he wouldn't have to feel so insecure anymore.
"Rong Shaoze..."
"Hmm."
Lin Xinlan pursed her lips and tentatively asked, "Are you going to send Xiaocong for training?"
The man's profound gaze fixed on her, silent for a long time.
A pang of pain hit Lin Xinlan's heart; his silence meant he had implicitly agreed.
Her chin resting on her arm, she murmured gloomily, "Training is so hard; I'm worried Xiaocong can't handle it... You said some died of illness, some died from accidents... I'm afraid something will happen to Xiaocong..."
"It won't!" Rong Shaoze shook his head decisively.
"Xiaocong is going to train as the successor to Yanhuang; there will be people covertly protecting him, he won't be in danger. However, he must endure more hardship than ordinary people to become an outstanding leader."
