Xie Wanying, seeing this, turned to remind Student Zhao, "Doctor Song doesn't care about these things."
"He doesn't care because he's rich, Yingying."
"What I mean is, Doctor Song is only interested in medicine. Whether his family is rich or not doesn't affect his passion for medicine. Just like you, did you really choose to study medicine only because your grandfather was a doctor? If your grandfather wasn't a doctor, would you give up being one now?" Xie Wanying asked Student Zhao.
Making a good point, Zhao Zhaowei deflated.
Song Xueling's eyes subtly shifted, casting a deep glance at Xie Wanying's profile as she turned back.
They arrived at Guqin Garden.
The parking space inside was spacious, with green belts and security guards, and a commercial street selling things right outside the community gate.
