Tang Xiaonan gave another big yawn and shook her head lazily. "There's no Prince, so I don't want to learn."
The smile on Old Master Tate's face froze. This answer was completely unexpected. 'Shouldn't she be blinking with starry eyes, clapping her hands happily, and saying, "Wow, I want to marry a Prince just like Cinderella"?'
His own daughter had been just like that when she was little, every time she heard the story of Cinderella. The neighbors' children, his friends' children—their answers were all identical. 'What little girl doesn't want to marry a Prince?'
'How can this chubby girl's thinking be so unconventional?'
"Xiaonan, 'Prince' is just a symbol. It refers to a boy from a privileged family who is also outstanding himself, understand?" Old Master Tate patiently explained.
