No one in the room had expected what Feng Ling said.
Grandma Sun, Grandma Dingzi, and Aunt Zhao nodded repeatedly. At their age, they didn't hope for much—just for their children and grandchildren to be filial, ensuring they would have someone to look after them in their old age.
If nothing else, Feng Ling was at least filial. She was taking care of her destitute grandfather, so she certainly wasn't a greedy person.
Sun Jiaming also glanced at Feng Ling, thinking the girl was all right. It wasn't easy for someone so young to be able to do all that.
Li Zhi watched Feng Ling with admiration. The first time he saw the girl, he felt she had a certain spark about her. When he learned her name was Feng Ling, he thought it suited her perfectly. Now, hearing her story, he found her to be filial and strong—qualities most people didn't possess. His impression of her was very good, and the more he looked at her, the more he liked what he saw.
