"Fine, fine, fine, let Yingying go and study; I'll just wait and see how your money gets wasted." Xie Changrong waved his hand dismissively at his wife and daughter and walked away.
Since her cousin was no longer an issue, Sun Rongfang couldn't be bothered to call Zhou Ruomei anymore.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ruomei had been waiting for her cousin to call as eagerly as a begging dog, for her advice, as usual. After a long wait with no call coming through, she found herself in the role of the begging dog. In a fit of rage, Zhou Ruomei pounded on the sofa in her home: Damn it, really damn it! It's going to be the death of her!
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At the end of August, as the summer gave way to early fall, a touch of coolness began to spread across the North.
