Zhuo Junyue naturally understood the old master's feelings; in his heart, An An mattered even more than himself.
He couldn't bear the thought of eventually placing the heavy responsibility of the Zhuo family on An An's shoulders.
Therefore, the old master had always hoped for another grandson.
In his eyes, daughters of the Zhuo family were cherished and spoiled as they grew up, like precious pearls.
Boys were different; starting at the age of three, Zhuo Junyue was trained by Zhuo Zhengxiu to the standards of an heir.
Rumors outside claimed that the daughters of the Zhuo family were princesses of Ning City.
"Dad, Ningyan doesn't know about this yet, don't tell her."
Zhuo Zhengxiu nodded, "This must be fate, what's meant to be will always find a way. Our Zhuo family genes are so excellent, maybe Ningyan will get pregnant soon, I'll look into it further."
