Seeing Li Xiang and Jiang Jianguo's good attitudes, Teacher Huang offered a few more earnest words before leaving, satisfied.
Still, Teacher Huang was truly kind-hearted and quite responsible. Otherwise, who would bother with this sort of mess? It hadn't even happened at school.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Jiang. I'm sorry, Cai'Er," Li Xiang apologized.
Jiang Jianguo waved a hand dismissively. He didn't actually see it that way. Although he wasn't a well-read man, his heart ached for his daughter. She had studied diligently at school for a month, waking up just after five in the morning and going to sleep past eleven at night. It was incredibly hard work.
He'd heard from his daughter that after the classroom lights were turned off, some students would take out emergency lamps, while others would light candles, continuing to burn the midnight oil until eleven o'clock before heading back to their dorms.
