"Dad, I really was wrong, this time I really was wrong."
Meng Chongxi's heart gave a jolt; the almost despairing look in Meng Wengan's eyes filled him with a very bad premonition.
Over these years Meng Wengan had actually done quite a few things, and every time it was the family who helped clean up after him.
Only Meng Chongxi would believe that none of those things were Meng Wengan's fault, that it was always someone else who led his son astray.
Sending him to the county to study had also been because Meng Chongxi felt there were a group of people in the old academy who weren't there to study properly and would be a bad influence on Meng Wengan.
He had never once reflected that the problem might actually lie with Meng Wengan himself.
Anyway, with that incident when he was a ten-year-old child student, in Meng Chongxi's mind Meng Wengan would sooner or later pass the exams in high rank.
