Sometimes she really couldn't understand why there was such a big gap between people. Why were some people so cold and indifferent, such as her uncle Lu Ziming and her aunt Chen Lu? Were these people really cold-blooded?
He Xiyan was again reminded of her indifferent relatives.
She deleted them several days ago, and they didn't call her either. Even during the Spring Festival, they didn't send her a single message of blessing, just like she was dead.
Forget about it, she shouldn't hold any more fantasies about them.
He Xiyan shook her head forcefully, intending to get rid of the impression of these people in her mind.
She clicked on the input box, and sent a long paragraph back to her teacher.
"Miss Yang, I will study hard and live a long life. Thank you for helping me over and over again. I'll have a good time and won't let you down. Now I can earn my own tuition and living expenses. My life will be better and better in the future."
