Tears flashed through the boy's eyes as he looked at the flattened ant on the ground. He bit his lip, crying silently.
Xiao Ying could not stand it anymore and said, "This child didn't waste too much time. A child's hobbies are important too."
The woman's expression became even more unsightly. She glared at Xiao Ying and said, "Who are you? I'll educate my child myself. Can a hobby put dinner on the table when he grows up?"
With that, she brought the boy back home.
Cheng Jia suddenly said, "Zhou Yang is very pitiful. He has to attend many tutoring classes every day, and his mother has never allowed him to play with us."
Xiao Ying was at a loss for words. She reached out to pick up the damaged ant on the ground. This child had made the best one.
After that, she had never seen Zhou Yang again. However, the remaining children had been learning more and more from Xiao Ying.
