"I'm just an uneducated rural person. If I go to Beiping, I'll cause you a lot of trouble."
Grandma used her calloused hands to reluctantly hold Wang Zihao's hand and placed it in Zhao Yimeng's.
"Haohao has been delayed by this old woman. It'll be good for him to go to Beijing where there's a better educational environment."
Seeing Wang Zihao's hopeful eyes, Grandma sighed:
"Just go. I'm already a bag of old bones. To be blunt, I..."
Wang Zihao's face was instantly filled with tears, and he began to speak warmly with Grandma.
Zhao Yimeng patted Wang Zihao's hair, then turned to Ning An.
He spoke with an apologetic tone: "Daoist Ning, I'm really sorry, this..."
Ning An nodded knowingly and stood up straightforwardly, smiling as he replied: "I understand, I'll leave you to it then."
"Secretary, please see Daoist Ning out."
...
Zhao Yimeng's secretary escorted Ning An to the foot of the Daoist Temple and then left.
