Liu Chang'an understood the difficult feelings Zhou Shuling had experienced last year when she had tried every possible means—threats, bribes, beatings, coaxing, even dragging and delivering—to drive Zhou Dongdong to kindergarten.
But Zhou Dongdong did not want to go to kindergarten because some of the children there had no manners, and their parents were of low quality as well.
At Xiangtan University, aside from Liu Chang'an, could anyone possibly bully Zhu Juntang?
As long as she did not skip class and obediently sat in the classroom, even if she took selfies, edited pictures, read comics, played games, or even treated Liu Chang'an like some sort of pillow doll, Liu Chang'an would not beat her.
The walk from the villa to the teaching building was not far. At first, Zhu Juntang needed Liu Chang'an to shove her several times just to take a few steps, but once they had covered a third of the way, she knew resistance was futile and got moving on her own.
"Liu Chang'an, don't you think this willow tree looks like Professor Liu?" Zhu Juntang asked, pointing at a willow tree as they walked.
"A willow tree looks like Professor Liu?" Liu Chang'an glanced at it. It was a golden willow—the very tree that had been so withered and old that only a thread of life remained, the golden willow Liu Chang'an had saved.
Back then, An Nuan had said that if Liu Chang'an could save it, she would hang upside down from the tree. Later, after passing this now-revived willow many times, An Nuan naturally forgot all about hanging upside down from it.
Liu Chang'an was a tolerant and magnanimous man, so he had not deliberately brought it up. Otherwise, if she hung upside down from the willow today, she might refuse to perform Little