In Beijing, a thousand miles away, Zhou Jiao was unaware of the uproar back home.
Since the new school term started, she and six others were recognized again in the school auditorium. For her, that was the end of it.
Zhou Jiao was very busy with her studies. Before the first snowfall, she still had the energy to take the small train and then bike back and forth between the two places every day.
But with the arrival of winter, Zhang Guoqing returned to the army for an internship, and school activities increased. Especially the ideological classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings, which prevented her from going home.
To ensure her son was not deprived of breast milk, Zhou Jiao had to hurry back and forth on those evenings. Fortunately, academics were very easy for her.
Zhou Xiaozheng caught his daughter again, "Sweetheart, the child isn't lacking formula. Just listen to your dad and don't tire yourself out. Otherwise, I'll really have Xiao Wang pick you up every day."
