As for what they wanted to sound out, naturally, it was Wu Shanshan's choice of school.
After the New Year, Wu Shanshan would also reach the point of choosing her next school. With her grades, taking the entrance exam for No. 1 Middle School should have been a matter of course.
But the Wu family's circumstances were unusual, and no one could say for certain which school Wu Shanshan would attend.
The reason Huang Ling cared so much was still her own younger son.
Something Zhuang Chaoying had said that afternoon had reminded her that Zhou Cheng and Wu Shanshan attended No. 1 Middle School and the Affiliated Middle School respectively. They did not move in the same circles day to day and could only interact at home, where adults were watching, so there was no need to worry too much.
But next year, once Wu Shanshan moved on to her next school, Huang Ling would have to adopt different attitudes and methods depending on which school she attended.
Although Zhuang Chaoying was known far and wide as an honest man, as an administrator at the affiliated high school, he was not someone anyone dared underestimate.
He was a rare visitor, and Wu Jianguo was delighted to see him, repeatedly inviting him to sit.
Zhang Amei immediately brought over a cup of hot tea and set it on the side table beside Zhuang Chaoying, saying with a smile:
"Teacher Zhuang, jasmine tea. Have a taste."
Zhuang Chaoying thanked her and cupped the tea in his hands to warm them, then spoke with an air of casualness:
"Shanshan came over to borrow books this afternoon. Looking at her brought so many thoughts to mind. Time passes so quickly. In the blink of an eye, all our children have grown up. After