Jiang Jiu couldn't help but ask, "Does Zhao Xun have any hobbies or interests?"
Bao Xiangyu shook her head, "This child just likes to read books; whatever book I buy, he reads."
"What about non-academic books, like novels, storybooks, magazines; does he read those?"
"Those things are all garbage, they're a cancer! Reading them won't get you into university; I never let him read those things. He is very sensible and never looks at them."
As if recalling Zhao Xun, Bao Xiangyu cried again, "My poor son, it's all his school's fault! I knew I should have transferred him to another school!"
Jiang Jiu now understood what Jiang Yi had said. Bao Xiangyu was completely intervening in the growth of an eighteen-year-old, respecting neither his privacy nor his interests, subjecting Zhao Xun to a repressive environment with her so-called loving education.
