A small figure, upon passing by the motorho door and hearing these words, suddenly slipped into the shadows inside, holding their breath, quietly listening to the voices outside, not missing a single word.
The adults outside were unaware and continued their conversation.
"I know you don’t love studying, but it’s not that you can’t study well." Gu Jinrong, who cherished all the certificates her husband had listed out for her, had no disdain, and rembered them as if counting treasures. Therefore, she wasn’t worried about her husband’s academic wisdom, knowing that the second child is actually the sa, "He can study well. And I rember, you once regretted it, I don’t want him to regret it because of this."
"You’re right. Sure, when I was young, I always felt studying was useless. But really, if it weren’t for the books leading the way, how could I have t such a good wife like you? Won now look at n’s education, don’t they? I hope he can use his skills to catch a wife, but if he doesn’t study well, or intentionally sses up his studies out of spite, that’s a problem." Dabai mused over their son’s issue of finding a wife. There was no way around it because this was a topic that would unconsciously co up when Er Monkey was with him.
Er Monkey often said: if he couldn’t marry a good wife, he’d have to fight Dabai over Gu Jinrong at ho. How could Dabai accept that?
"I hope more than anyone that he studies well," Dabai expressed sincerely.
The small figure hiding in the car heard both parents talk like this, his little eyebrows drooping down, his eyes flashing with various emotions. He turned around, walked back to the bed where he and his brother lay. Initially, he thought his parents weren’t around and was a bit worried, so he ca out to have a look. Unexpectedly, he overheard so much about him and his brother.
Climbing back into bed, lying beside Er Monkey, Lingxin blinked at the ceiling, finding it hard to sleep. anwhile, his brother, innocent and carefree, was only snoring.
Lingxin sighed quietly: As the elder brother, what should he do? Honestly, if he hadn’t heard his parents’ conversation today, he wouldn’t have known this was how his brother felt all along.
Out of consideration for his elder brother’s dignity, did he simply avoid touching books altogether?
Outside the motorho door, Gu Nuan and Dabai sat silently for a while longer. At this mont, a phone call ca in. They saw it was a dostic number and suddenly rembered it should be dayti back ho.
The caller might have forgotten about the ti difference, probably just called unintentionally.
Xiao Yebai pressed the button to answer, but according to his habit, he wouldn’t have answered this call, as it was from the Old Lady Xiao.
Only hearing the voice on the other end, Old Lady Xiao was already flustered, calling out to her grandson, "Yebai, have you seen the news?"
"Yes, I know, grandmother."
"Did you and your wife see it? I say, this matter, I really don’t know how it happened. I asked the hospital, and everyone at the hospital claid they didn’t know. They said only Professor Tang and ngjin were there at the ti, and no one saw what happened. I asked Professor Tang, but he wouldn’t say anything, just keeping on about how he would be responsible for ngjin’s hand for life. What do you make of this?" my grandmother rambled on, getting more anxious with each word.
Gu Nuan knew this elderly woman well, her biggest characteristic being her sense of responsibility.
Feeling she hadn’t taken good care of Zhao ngjin, and seeing the news break out, the old lady was terrified that the Zhao family would co knocking to settle scores.
But in reality, not a single call from the Zhao family ever ca.
This left the old lady bewildered, wondering if the Zhao family was furious with sha and had directly taken matters into their own hands, prepared to return ho to smash things up.
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