"Children are not raised by you like this." Old Sir Lu was somewhat angry, unable to agree with Lu Mother's educational philosophy.
Fortunately, he had taken Lu Qingyan away to live with him when he was still a child. Otherwise, his fine grandson would have been utterly ruined.
Surprise flickered in Liang Ciqiu's eyes. He glanced at Lu Qingyan. His first impression of Lu Mother was that she was difficult to get along with and especially self-centered.
If Lu Qingyan had such a mother, his life might be affluent, but that did not necessarily mean he was mentally healthy.
Lu Mother snorted coldly, "Since you won't listen to me, don't blame me for making arrangements. I will find a new companion suitable for Xiao Yan, skilled in all arts including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."
"You!" Old Sir Lu was speechless then said, "Suit yourself!"
