How Could I Be Old and Muddle-headed?

Feng Qi once again tactfully refused. "At this age, what's there to be afraid of? When you reach my age, perhaps you'll have more wrinkles on your face than I do."

Lin Rou felt a little awkward after hearing this, but she still continued to say in a friendly manner, "Sister-in-law, even if you don't like seeing me, you should at least go and see your son Xiaowen! I heard that their school is going to hold some kind of activity for parents. My close friend even said that Ji Wen has a chance to become an image ambassador!"

Feng Qi took off the mask on her face. She said expressionlessly, "I see my son every day. Also, my son told me that he won't participate in the image ambassador selection activity that you mentioned. It will delay his studies too much. If you are interested in this, you can go and see for yourself."