"Alright," Tang Yuxin was crying inside, but she had to put on an innocent facade.
She didn't know if she had got herself into trouble with Chen Zhong.
At night, Tang Qinian came to pick up his daughter. As always, this honest rural man, full of thanks, broke into a grin at the sight of his daughter. He held her little hand, ready to take her home, amusing her with stories of the delicious food he'd cooked, which were just the usual dishes. But the little girl was always very accommodating, echoing her father's laughter with her eyes.
Chen Zhong had lived long enough to tell the real from the false, the sincere from the insincere.
"This little girl is something else, huh?"
He sighed, then walked over to the desk. On the semi-old desktop were some character writings that Tang Yuxin had finished today. He picked them up and looked. These were practiced for almost half a year and they look quite decent.
