Song Qian really didn't pay much attention to Zhang Yu, just a country bumpkin who doesn't know anything.
Song Qian felt confident she could easily handle Zhang Yu, but now she was genuinely uneasy, worried about whether she could manage Zhang Yu with ease.
"Mom, is it because of me?" Song Qian asked anxiously, "If it's because of me, I can leave."
"It has nothing to do with you." Tang Fu's expression suddenly turned unpleasant, "Xiao Qian, I know you've been uneasy lately, but no matter what, you're still your father's and my daughter."
"You grew up with us, and we've put a lot of effort into you."
Compared to her son, Song Ziming, Tang Fu took more care of Song Qian.
It's not that she didn't want to care for Song Ziming, but because her son is the heir of the Song Family, and Old Master Song has high expectations for this eldest grandson.
