814: Need To Look After Carefully

Need To Look After Carefully

Deputy Director Yao said to Mother Yang, "These two children are still the same. They like to stay together no matter where they go. Hengheng is mature and steadfast while my daughter is naughty and outgoing. One is quiet while the other is extroverted. They can complement each other and won't have any arguments."2

"What are you saying? Our children are all getting older. Don't make such jokes anymore. The children will feel awkward." Mother Yao glared at her husband and smiled. She said to Mother Yang, "Huiying, Old Yao doesn't know how to speak. Don't listen to his nonsense."

"Hengheng is in Year Three. His Studies are the most important thing now. Once he enters the National Science University or the National Arts University, you can enjoy life."

All parents who sent their child to study would hope that their child could enter a good school. That way, their families would have a hopeful future.

Mother Yang understood the hidden meaning of her old neighbors' words. She smiled and replied, "My son has grown up. I can't order him around anymore. I think that Hengheng treats everyone the same, cold and indifferent. I wonder who he takes after."

One quiet and one extroverted? Complement each other and won't have any arguments? Their children just entered senior high but why are they speaking like their daughter can't get married? Do they have to be so anxious? Are there other reasons why?"

"That's right. Our children are growing up. We can't control them anymore." Mother Yao lamented thoughtfully. She looked at her daughter again who was wearing the pink princess dress. She stood out among all the students that were just wearing their school uniforms. Even that Ye Jian couldn't steal the spotlight from her daughter.

But, Ye Jian did have some tricks up her sleeves. She already managed to know Yang Heng after less than two months in school. They even got close enough for him to invite her to his birthday celebration!

So scheming at such a young age. She managed to make Jingjing suffer so easily… Yao Jing's mother glanced at Ye Jian's face. Many thoughts went through her mind.

The Yang family didn't interfere with Yang Heng's social circle but to someone like Ye Jian who didn't have a clear background, they would have some preconception against her. In that case, she was probably pestering Yang Heng or Yang Heng was just playing with her. Either that or they were just ordinary friends.

She needed to get a closer look. She needed to understand how Yang Heng treated Ye Jian and whether Ye Jian had any evil intentions towards Yang Heng.

After thinking for a moment, Mother Yao looked at her little princess lovingly and smiled brightly. "Jingjing always loves to join in the fun. I wonder if she really knows how to play. Huiying, let's go over and take a look."

Mother Yang's full name was Song Huiying. She smiled when she heard this and replied, "Sure. Let's go over."

Since two adults wanted to go over, the rest of the adults crowded around the stage and looked at the children on stage having fun. They felt that the game was very interesting too.

At first, Wang Jin and his friends just wanted to compete with Ye Jian. When Yao Jing, their female classmates, and Yang Heng, came up on stage, he told them directly, "Go to the side and play. You're not on the same level as professional players like us. It's not fun to play with you."

"Are you looking down on us? Senior Brother, I played quite well just now, right?" Yao Jing pouted and pulled Yang Heng. "Let's play together. Ye Jian isn't a professional either. We can all play together. The senior sisters want to play too."

The third year ladies noticed something amiss so they waved their hands and said, "We want to play but we don't want to compete! Yao Jing, don't drag us in. You can just drag Yang Heng."

They pushed and shoved each other as they got down the stage. "Hurry up and go down," They whispered to each other with unnatural expressions. None of them stayed back even when Yao Jing forced them to.

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