"Oh my god...
"My life is so miserable!"
Since evening, Mu Keren's sighs and moans never ceased in the study.
The reason was that she was in the study, furiously writing a self-criticism report!
But after writing all evening, she managed only eight hundred words.
Moreover, it seemed as though her family had reached a mutual agreement. Until she finished this twenty-thousand-word self-criticism report, they would all ignore her.
Just then, Zhou Ziyu saw that she had been busy since dinner and specially brought her a bowl of lotus seed soup.
Seeing Zhou Ziyu put down the soup and about to leave, Mu Keren quickly reached out her little hand and tugged at Zhou Ziyu's hem, "Mom, can you help me write a bit, please?"
"Get out of here. Do you think your handwriting looks anything like mine? If Xiumu finds out, we're both doomed!" Zhou Ziyu said, pulling away Mu Keren's little hand.
