"Okay." Meng Yao responded with a smile at the corner of her mouth, then raised her hand and pinched Zhao Dahe's arm hard.
"Ouch—" Zhao Dahe jumped up, "It hurts, hurts, hurts, Mother, it hurts!"
"So, this isn't a dream anymore? What's the problem with letting Xiaoshu study, is it like you're dreaming? How come in this family, only you can study?" Meng Yao hummed.
"I didn't say that!" Zhao Dahe denied.
"You didn't say it, but doesn't your reaction show that's what you mean?" Meng Yao mercilessly exposed Zhao Dahe.
Zhao Dahe was embarrassed, "I'm just worried about the family, aren't I? My tuition costs for a year already make things tight. If Xiaoshu goes to school... Mother, I can't bear to see you suffer."
Meng Yao nodded in deep agreement, "You're right, things are quite tight. So, I figured it out, from now on, you should earn your own tuition."
Because of the surprise, Zhao Dahe's voice was a bit sharp, sounding even harsher in his already changing voice.
