Second bedroom.
Yao Yiyao was studying. As a student at Yuzhou No. 2 High School, where competition was fierce, she still did not sleep in even during vacation.
Of course, this had even more to do with her mother.
Yao Yiyao's mother was a minor leader within the system, strict with herself and equally determined to force that self-discipline onto her daughter.
She had imposed strict demands on her since childhood: drinking eight full glasses of water every day, eating a set amount of fruit, enrolling in all kinds of extracurricular classes, and even getting up at seven-thirty in the morning on holidays.
Whenever Yao Yiyao failed to comply, she would be reprimanded.
That pathological need for control had finally made Yao Yiyao erupt during puberty. She felt like a canary trapped in a cage.
She wanted to break free from her mother's control, but unfortunately, she had no ability to survive on her own.
Compared with Yao's Mother's domineering nature, Yao's Father was a smooth, well-connected businessman and far more lenient with his daughter. Otherwise, after Yao Yiyao ran away from home, the ad renting out her bedroom would probably still have been hanging on the neighborhood bulletin board.
Hearing her father, Yao Yiyao answered, "Wait, I need to change shoes."
Yao's Father had extensive connections and often attended all sorts of dinner gatherings. If one was not especially important, he would bring his daughter along so she could meet people instead of staying cooped up at home all day. She would get to eat good food too, and he would have an excuse not to drink.
Yao Yiyao was naturally happy to go, especially after visiting Uncle Jiang's home last time. The watermelon and tomato hotpot there had been absolutely incredible, and she still could not forget them.