Jia Xiufang had become especially reliant on her elder daughter recently, although she hadn't realized it herself.
"Qian'er, what do you think we should do about your brother?"
"After the school starts, don't let him go to school. Give him a month of sick leave. I'll figure out how to get the sick leave note. I'll send him to a place."
"Why would you want him to miss classes?"
"Isn't your playboy son good enough if he doesn't miss classes?"
Jia Xiufang fell silent, and Chen Wanku was in the bottom three of his grade, so whether he attended school or not didn't really make a big difference.
"What exactly do you want your brother to do?"
"I'll find him something to do; he can even earn money to show his filial piety."
"Stop kidding, how old is your brother? Which company would hire child labor? Besides, there are loads of adults who are out of work now, so what can a child do? What's more, he doesn't even like going to school; do you think he'd want to work?"
