"The house transfer is done, and all the utilities have been changed as well, saving us from any disputes when checking the meters in the future," Zhao Tao arranged everything for the aftermath.
Zhang Yu was initially thinking of persuading Zhang Tao to change the utilities as well, but unexpectedly, he proposed it himself. It seemed the logistics of the factory truly neglected their duties.
Seeing his daughter in a seemingly good mood, Zhao Tao seized the moment, "Daughter, have you reconsidered about the class division?"
Feng Liya, though feeling her husband was wasting his effort, chose to advise anyway, as it concerned their daughter's future.
Zhang Yu swallowed the food in her mouth, "Dad, I've thought it through. I'm really not good at science, I'll study humanities."
Zhao Tao actually didn't hold much hope. Previously, the teacher, both of them, and even the family relatives tried to persuade her, but the child remained stubbornly fixed on her decision.
