Xiaotang shook his head, "I want to study well... I don't want to..."
"Eh..."
Hearing his son say he didn't want to, the curator also felt helpless and said to Master Wang, "Master Wang, I know these little things can delay a child's progress, but if he can't learn now, his limit is already here.
Letting him help the family earlier and share some responsibilities, is that wrong?
Does it have to be me to call the shots? Don't I want to go further too?
You and my son are both too selfish, always talking nonsense.
Besides, with such resources, he can live better as well.
You must know, I'm already over fifty, not young anymore.
Even if something happens to me in the future, he can still manage himself."
"The more you talk, the more off you get." Master Wang spat several times, "I'm sixty and haven't planned out anything, and you're arranging your affairs at fifty?
With our current medical level and extraordinary level, talk about it when you're eighty."
