After a while, Jiang Xian turned on the orange lamp.
Then she opened up the collection of stories, savoring the tales within.
"What will happen to Xiao Yan and me..."
Jiang Xian's pair of snow-white beautiful legs curled together, as she continuously thought about Li Zhiyan's appearance.
This child, truly, could never be absent from her life.
Her relationship with him had already developed to this point, so could things still come to a stop?
Meanwhile, Su Mengchen was also awake, although she usually went to sleep around nine o'clock.
But today, Li Zhiyan's words echoed non-stop in her head...
Do her legs really look so good?
For years, what she loathed most in her heart was her slightly lame leg.
"If I dated Li Zhiyan, would he really not mind it?"
Su Mengchen's inferiority complex was deeply rooted and not something that could be dispelled momentarily.
However, she truly had started to like Li Zhiyan.
But for her to suddenly be together with Li Zhiyan, she still found it somewhat difficult.
Her acceptance of things was always incredibly slow.
...
That night, many people did not sleep.
Yin Qiang's mother, Yin Xueyang, was one of those who stayed awake.
Li Zhiyan always felt her ID meant something.
At the moment, she was dwelling on her son being bullied, and the punishment for Li Zhiyan was already issued.
Now, she was just waiting for the school's notification.
For Yin Xueyang, her son was the mainstay of her life.
Just then, a knock at the door sounded.
Wu Qingxian felt a surge of excitement—could it be her son had come home?
Normally, even on Sundays, Zhang Honglei was unwilling to come home.
What was different about today that he had taken the initiative to visit? Could it be that he missed her?
It seemed that her son indeed cared about his mother deep down.
After opening the door...
Indeed, the son she had missed stood before her eyes.
"Son, you've lost weight. Is the food in the school not good?"
"Otherwise, from now on, you could just come home to eat."
Zhang Honglei didn't speak. Wu Qingxian worked in this area just for his well-being and rented an apartment. Normally, it would be an incredibly touching gesture.
But Zhang Honglei wasn't moved. If he ate at home, then his monthly living allowance would drop from over a thousand yuan to just four hundred.
What could he do with four hundred yuan of spending money?
Therefore, Zhang Honglei adamantly stayed away from home.
"Mom, I want to buy a pair of shoes. Give me money."
Hearing her son ask for money, Wu Qingxian's eyes filled with distress.
Asking for money for education or to do something worthwhile would definitely receive her approval.
After all, she would do anything for her son's well-being.
But he always wanted money for clothes, easily costing four or five hundred a piece, which was unbearable on a monthly salary of a bit more than four thousand.
She had no other support.
Neither did she have an exceptional son like Zhou Rongrong, and hoping for her son to marry and have children seemed like an incredibly difficult task.
"How much?"
Although it pained her, this was her only son. If it was for a pair of shoes costing a few hundred...