Jin Nian was a very empathetic person. When she saw Lu Keke's sad face, her heart ached too. "What's wrong?" she asked gently.
Lu Keke started counting on his fingers. "I have to recite ancient poems in the morning, draw after breakfast, study math after lunch, and play the piano after lunch. I'm really tired."
Jin Nian had never interfered with the child's education. The family had hired a professional child-rearing teacher who specialized in one-on-one tutoring for children of Lu Keke's age. Occasionally, Lu Xixi would learn from them, but she was still young, so the teacher did not ask her to learn. It was enough to just listen and see.
In addition, Lu An had gained experience in raising children over the past few years, so he had always been in charge of the children.
