The sound of the door opening came, and Wang Xia saw that small, slender figure. She stood up and walked over, "Is Rong thirsty? Mom will get you some water."
Hairong walked past her without glancing sideways, as if he hadn't heard the woman's words.
Wang Xia followed closely behind, as if she was already accustomed to the child's attitude towards her, bending down and continuing, "Is Rong still mad at Mom? You know, those closed aristocratic schools are very expensive, and with our current situation, Mom really can't afford to send you to such a school. Besides, you're only six years old, how can you take care of yourself? The elementary school here is also pretty good. Mom will find a small table for you at lunchtime, and in the afternoon, Mom can take you home. Isn't that good?"
