Although Fan Mingjue didn't believe her, it was normal for a child to grow up and have her own little secrets. Since she didn't want to talk, as her father he couldn't very well dig to the bottom of it. "You've been preparing for that National Day performance lately. How's the preparation going?"
"It's okay."
"The school has arrangements on National Day. Your mother and I probably won't be able to go watch your performance."
Ever since Fan Zhengyu returned to China, she'd held several solo concerts. Whenever they had time, Fan Mingjue and his wife would go. But as teachers, they really weren't that free.
The teaching aids had been constantly changing these past two years, and even for older teachers like them, it took some adapting. Besides leading a class and teaching, Fan Mingjue also worked in the political and educational affairs office, so he was even busier on a daily basis.
