The next morning.
As the first rays of dawn shone into the room.
Yang Kang rose from his small room, busy preparing breakfast for his daughter.
Like most ordinary parents, he pinned his hopes on his child's academic performance improving.
Hoping that she could change her destiny through education, Zhang Cuicui would only return at eight in the morning.
You could say she was unreliable outdoors, but you couldn't say she was unkind to her daughter.
Every morning, she would rush back to take her daughter to the summer training class.
In the mornings, she studied English, and in the afternoons, she took interest classes like piano.
After dropping her daughter off, Zhang Cuicui barely spoke to Yang Kang, only when she was about to leave did Yang Kang say, "Can you not go there again?"
"Which 'there'?"
Zhang Cuicui appeared indifferent, "If you think the money I make is dirty, then don't spend it. Besides, can your little salary support both of us mother and daughter?"
