Li Xu shook her head, "I just feel sorry for my son. Everyone else only saw his glorious side. Only I know how hard he worked. He doesn't even rest on weekends."
The more she spoke, the more choked up her voice became.
Zhang Kun sighed, "Don't be like this. The child enjoys this kind of life. Can't you tell? He really likes to study. When have we ever forced him to study during the weekends and holidays? Wasn't he the one who requested it every time? He was doing what he liked, and he didn't feel tired. Don't always be like this. You're giving the child too much pressure."
What Zhang Kun said made sense. Li Xu quickly took a tissue and wiped the tears from her face. She held back and said, "You're right. I'm being a little pretentious."
Zhang Kun reached out and wiped the tears off her face. He then said, "That's right. If the child sees you like this, will he still be able to study well at home in the future? Once he study, your heart will ache again."
