Wu Jianguo suddenly flew into a rage. "What kind of attitude is that? What future do you have? If I hadn't fed and supported you, you wouldn't even have gone to primary school! What right do you have to argue with me? It's vocational secondary school. Go or don't, suit yourself!"
Wu Shanshan's lips trembled violently. All her courage and stubbornness had no room to resist those cruel, brutally practical words.
All her long years of effort and hope came to nothing. Disappointment, pain, anger, and helplessness surged through her heart like a tide.
Unable to contain her fierce resentment and overwhelming pain any longer, she abruptly lowered her head. Tears poured out, and she turned and rushed out the door.
Inside the Zhuang home, Huang Ling and Song Ying were talking, their spirits having only just lifted a little, when furious roars and curses suddenly rang out next door.
Both looked toward the Wu home.
"Ling, why are Old Wu's family arguing? I think I heard Shanshan crying."
Song Ying stood up, moved to the wall nearest the Wu home, and tilted her ear to listen.
Huang Ling hurried over too. After listening for a while, she frowned. "Yes, it sounds like Old Wu and Shanshan are arguing."
Song Ying was puzzled. "That's strange. Why would Shanshan suddenly argue with Old Wu? That girl's so timid. How did she dare talk back to him this time?"
Huang Ling was about to shake her head and say, "Who knows?" when she suddenly started, recalling what she had said to Zhuang Tunan earlier.
Her heart gave a jolt.
Could someone have told Shanshan that Old Wu had secretly changed her school preference?
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and the more uneasy she became.
"Come on,