After everyone had finished eating, Jiang Changhe looked at his parents' expressions, which were quite good, and then he spoke up, "Dad, Mom, this semester when school starts, I would like to send Er Ya to go to school."
"What? Send Er Ya to study?" Zhang Guihua had just finished her meal and was leaning against the wall, savoring the deliciousness of the pork. When she heard her second son's words, she sat up straight with an unfriendly glare fixed on Jiang Changhe.
"Yes, Mom, I, I want to send Er Ya to school." Jiang Changhe, facing his mother's intimidating gaze, reaffirmed his intention.
Er Ya herself was startled; she hadn't expected her father to suddenly bring up the matter.
She excitedly looked at her dad, her hands nervously clenching together beneath the table, her fingertips even turning slightly white.
