Shen Mianmian frowned, "Brother He just came back a little over a month ago, what do you mean by saying that?"
Zhu Yun also realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly laughed it off while apologizing, "I haven't been much educated and don't speak very well, Mianmian, don't be mad at me."
Shen Mianmian didn't really want to make an issue of it and glanced at the daughter in her arms, saying, "Aren't you planning on sending her to school?"
Zhu Yun's son was a year younger than her daughter, but she had sent the son to school and not the daughter, a typical case of favoring boys over girls.
"Why waste money on a girl?" Zhu Yun said confidently, "It's fine for her to just start first grade when she's seven or eight years old. After all, when girls grow up, they get married. No matter how well you bring them up, it's useless. As long as she can recognize a few characters, that's enough."
