Xu Zhiye's movements suddenly ceased, and he leaned against his car, smoking carefully while listening intently to the conversation between the mother and daughter.
The woman, looking to be in her thirties, said to the young girl beside her, "Qinqin, in one more year, you'll be able to attend school here."
The girl named Qinqin was puzzled and asked, "Mom, you've been saying that for three years. What's so good about this high school?"
"You don't know? This is A City's Noble school. Do you know your Sister Weiyi, Xia Weiyi? She used to study here. Now look, she's found such a good boyfriend, set for a life of glory and wealth."
Admiration filled the woman's eyes as she spoke.
Qinqin hung her head, seeming somewhat disheartened, and replied, "But, I've heard that this school isn't one that just anyone can enter. Not only is the tuition ridiculously expensive, but it seems you also need connections."
