The next day.
Meng Wanzhi woke up early, preparing to get the two little rascals up for their tutoring class.
Today, she was already fully prepared.
If soft measures don't work, then hard ones will.
Another round of assessments is coming soon; she must drag them to the tutoring class even if it requires some push.
But as she just opened the door, she saw Jiang Bofan and Jiang Buchen, dressed neatly and hand in hand, standing straight at her door.
Seeing Meng Wanzhi come out, they said in unison, "Mom, we are ready. When are we going to class?"
Meng Wanzhi was stunned, instinctively thinking she was dreaming.
She rubbed her eyes, and at that moment, Jiang Mingchuan also came out of another room.
Seeing the scene in front of him, he also felt as bewildered as though he was still dreaming.
"Why are you two little ones up so early today? Are you really volunteering to go to class?"
"I can't quite believe it either."
