Ansel lowered his eyes to prevent him from seeing through the emotions in his eyes, "I will be more careful next time."
Nangong Wenxiang did not press him again: "Go and have fun with your mother."
"Yes." Both of them nodded in agreement.
After exiting the study room, Jiang Yufei felt much more relaxed.
Every time she faced the old man, she would be very nervous...
"Anson, what homework did your great-grandfather give you?" she asked doubtfully.
Ansel said calmly: "Nothing, just a paper on economics."
Jiang Yufei: "..."
She knew that the education Anson received was different from other children, but she didn't expect that he would have to learn such profound things at such a young age.
"Ansen, are you tired from studying?" Jiang Yufei couldn't help asking him distressedly.
Ansel raised his head and looked at her blankly with his big black and white eyes.
Jiang Yufei put her hand on his shoulder and smiled slightly: "If you don't want to study, don't force yourself. You are still young, so don't put too much burden on yourself."
Ansel pulled his gaze back and said coolly: "I know it without you having to tell me! Let's go. If you don't go, we won't have time!"
"Okay, let's let everything go and play today. We can play as much as we want!" Jiang Yufei raised a hand and said excitedly.
The child Anson glanced at her with disdain: "Childish."
Jiang Yufei wanted to cry but had no tears. She just wanted to stimulate his playful nature...
…
Butler Hardy arranged several cars for them and hired seven or eight bodyguards to protect them.
There was a large group of people behind her, but Jiang Yufei had no objection.
She may not care about her safety, but she cannot care about Anson's safety.
Ansen is the future heir of the Nangong family, so he would rather be on guard at all times than let anything happen to him.
London is a bustling place.
Jiang Yufei was unfamiliar with everything here. She didn't know the road and couldn't understand English. She was the one who brought Ansen here to play, but it turned out that Ansen took her to play.
"Anson, that one looks good, how much does it cost?"
In the bustling Oxford Street, Jiang Yufei saw a dazzling array of products and wanted to buy everything.
Ansel asked the price in perfect English and relayed it to her: "He said eight hundred pounds."
"Eight hundred yuan?" Jiang Yufei curled her lips subconsciously.
Anson was speechless, "It's pounds, not RMB. It's more than 8,000 RMB when converted into RMB."
"Eight thousand?!" Jiang Yufei's eyes widened. She thought eight hundred was expensive enough, but it turned out to be eight thousand.
"Do you want to buy it or not?"
"It's so expensive. Ask him if he can sell it to me for a thousand yuan?" Jiang Yufei asked tentatively.
Ansel: "..."
The Nangong family was not short of money at all, so Ansel asked his bodyguard to buy whatever Jiang Yufei liked or liked.
And there is no bargaining.
It’s a joke. He, the young master of the Nangong family, bargains on prices when buying things. That’s a huge loss of his worth.
He paid very readily. Jiang Yufei was heartbroken at first, but then she felt relieved.
Actually, it’s really fun to swipe your card casually...
…
Across the street, a black car followed them slowly.
The man sitting in the car looked out through the single-sided visual window and could see their mother and son holding hands and strolling down the street.
The man folded his hands on his knees, his posture was lazy, but his deep black eyes stared at them unblinkingly.