School life is actually quite uninteresting; what can these older children understand? In class, if it's not one crying today, it's another causing trouble tomorrow. Only when they reach higher grades do they gradually come to understand things better. Qin Xiangnuan's life was actually quite good; having an adult's mind, she never really took primary school seriously. Every day, she used time with a tenfold efficiency, learning the skills she needed, her days were very fulfilling.
Until one day, she had just returned home and saw Aunt Hua coming over, with a stern look on her face, while Granny Lu was trying to comfort her.
Aunt Hua immediately stood up when she saw Qin Xiangnuan.
"Nuannuan, you're back. There's been trouble at the shop."
"Trouble?" Qin Xiangnuan was also startled.
What kind of trouble could there be?
