"Eldest Sister, please go and talk to father, and convince him to let me go to school tomorrow. If I stay at home any longer, I'll start to mold!" Zhenzhen ran into the study, hugging her eldest sister's arm, acting pitifully spoiled.
Watching helplessly as a large drop of ink slowly spread across the paper, Mo Yan was extremely frustrated. She set the pen aside, crumpled the paper into a ball, and tossed it into the wastepaper basket, planning to rewrite it later.
Feeling guilty, Zhenzhen stuck out her tongue and cautiously asked, "Eldest Sister, what are you writing? Is it very important?"
