At the end of last year, Su Jinlai had been sent to a juvenile detention center. Three months wasn't a long time, and he had returned after the New Year. Since it wasn't something to be proud of, Wang Xiangxiu hadn't made a big fuss about it. She brought him home, and after a few days, he went back to school.
But now…
It wasn't the weekend, so why was the kid wandering around on the streets instead of being in school?
Skipping class?
Zhao Guihua couldn't help but sigh. Children were harder to manage than adults, often lacking a sense of right and wrong.
Similarly, after Aunt Zhou had been in trouble and came out, she had changed. At the very least, she knew what was wrong and had become more restrained. She had learned from her mistakes and understood that some errors couldn't be repeated.
But Su Jinlai, after his stint in juvenile detention, was exactly the same as before. It was as if nothing had changed.
