Shen Fangli had clearly overlooked one issue.
That was, every person present just now had made their own outstanding contribution to Yan Xianjue growing into the kind of man who tormented his grandfather.
Seeing that she merely shook her head without speaking, Yan Xianjue had no intention of pressing her.
"The scenery here is pretty nice, isn't it?"
"My grandfather was quite good at picking places."
Shen Fangli grumbled inwardly, And you still have the nerve to mention your grandfather.
He had already passed away, yet he was still being forced to compete. Was that something a human being would do?
But as she looked at the thin curls of cooking smoke rising from the households in the distance, she quietly said, "It's not just beautiful. It feels very warm, too."
Every household was full of life, and the people were simple and welcoming.
With a smile in his eyes, Yan Xianjue reached out and rubbed her face indiscriminately.
His tone brimmed with pride. "That's all thanks to my parents."
To fulfill their promise to Carefree Master, Father Yan and Mother Yan had been spending most of their time here lately.
The first thing they had set about resolving was the children's schooling.
With Carefree Master's passing, the school had lost its only teacher and existed in name only.
The children had barely enjoyed less than two days of freedom before the adults dragged them back.
Before the new teachers arrived, Mother Yan and Father Yan had temporarily taken over their positions.
And because building the village school required manpower, many people working elsewhere chose to return home after hearing about it.
It looked as though everything was getting better.
A flash of darkness passed through Yan Xianjue's eyes.
If Shen Fangli had not been able to hear his thoughts,