Qin Wenrou "sensibly" replied, "Mommy, you still have me. Once I win the competition and get the prize money, I'll give it to you."
Mrs. Qin looked at Qin Wenrou with emotion, "Rou'er, just focus on your studies, mom doesn't need money."
Design is a costly path, and the competition prize money wouldn't be enough to cover Qin Wenrou's tuition fees.
But hearing her daughter say this, she was naturally delighted.
"All the money in our family is saved for your surgery." Mrs. Qin lovingly touched her forehead.
Qin Wenrou felt quite content; indeed, all the family's money has been spent on her recently, and this feeling was pretty good.
Perhaps feeling a little too pleased with herself, on her way to the contestant seat, she stumbled over some gravel and nearly scraped her knee.
Standing up awkwardly, her tender and sensible demeanor couldn't hold, leading to a bit of a spoiled attitude, "What a lousy venue, why did the committee choose such a broken site for the competition?"
