"Then… then do you have any other wishes? Or why is it that you want to earn money?" Zheng Peng asked.
"Because having money makes me feel at ease," Zhang Qin said.
Zheng Peng could not believe that this was something a child could say. Children should be carefree at this age, should they not?
After Zheng Peng finished questioning the children, he let them go back to their rooms to rest. He even asked them to write an essay titled "My Dream" and told them that he would check it the next time he came.
Zheng Peng walked into the house and looked at Qiao Mei without saying anything. His eyes were filled with anger. He felt that the reason why children could have such thoughts was because of how they were educated by their elders at home.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Mei looked at Zheng Peng curiously.
