Cheng Weiyue stared at the date and signature for a long time; she remembered clearly that in the manuscript used in the teaching material, the last date was December 21st.
Cheng Weiyue was almost indignant; she carefully placed the manuscript into the waterproof layer of her backpack and said with determination, "Grandma, rest assured, once I get the chance, I will definitely tell this truth to everyone!"
Zhong Qing just smiled at her, slowly shook her head, and comforted her in return, "Don't bring trouble upon yourself, child. You alone cannot fight against the Chu Family. What can we ordinary people do about the elites of Jingcheng?"
Cheng Weiyue felt a tingling in her nose at her words.
She thought of the house at home.
The news of the demolition of Tinglan Alley wasn't confirmed yet, but it hung over her head like a knife.
The uncertainty itself was a terrifying thing.
