Xie Qingxiao looked at his son's speechless gaze with a bit of amusement, "Alright, I was just saying. Although our family isn't very rich, we're doing okay. You don't need to be so anxious."
His expression became much more serious, "Have you really thought about studying finance? Generally speaking, those who study finance..."
Xie Qingxiao himself was a teacher and had taught two senior classes, so he had a clear understanding of college applications and majors.
"Either come from wealthy families or top-tier colleges," he chuckled, "I figure you won't perform badly on your exams, but I just want to tell you that this field might seem glamorous, but it's not as easy as you think."
Xie Xiao laughed, "How do you know I'll do well? Aren't you afraid I'll mess it up?"
"Not afraid, it's not me who might mess up." Xie Qingxiao looked at him, "Anyway, you need to think it over."
