Jiang Yan Hai reviewed all the information about Qiu Xiao Fei's child. Based on his analysis, the boy did not hate his father. Though he was already ten years old, he knew what his father's daily life was like. To put it bluntly, he felt no emotional reaction whatsoever to his mother's death.
He merely knew that his mother had died. Oh, that was all. Perhaps that woman simply had not cared about this family. Jiang Yan Hai had no intention of commenting on such matters. Everyone saw things differently.
"Have you made up your mind?" Jiang Yan Hai and the others were currently in another city in Su Province, an ordinary prefecture-level city. They were all here now.
"I have." Qiu Xiao Fei took a deep breath. Without Jiang Yan Hai, he would never have found the courage.
"Don't worry. You'll be paid for your work. You can send the money to your mother when the time comes," Jiang Yan Hai said.
"I understand. Thank you."
"Let's go." Jiang Yan Hai nodded and got out of the car. They were parked outside an elementary school. Qiu Xiao Fei's son attended this ordinary school.
The school's director of academic affairs was already waiting at the entrance.
"Gentlemen, the child is in fourth grade. Today is parent-teacher conference day," the director said, without adding anything unnecessary.
"Thank you. We can head over ourselves." Jiang Yan Hai nodded with a smile. Their arrival had not been disclosed to the teacher, and the academic affairs staff had only been contacted at the last minute. Otherwise, they might disrupt what was happening inside.
Qiu Xiao Fei's son was named Qiu Wen Ze, and the child was not in a particularly good state.
Children from single-parent families would more or less receive disdainful looks from