Enthusiastic Doggy, my little brother, was unstoppable, and Lin Juan had no choice but to follow the arrangement.
Liu Zhizhong soon took her back to the hospital once, and after getting in the car, they headed first to check their villa.
On the car, indeed, there were some items, such as clothing and whatnot, as well as Lin Youyou's books and the exam papers from each year's end—all kept by her mother.
Lin Youyou frequently fell ill and was admitted to the hospital, but her grades never suffered. A natural intelligence! At just 12 years old, she was already in the eighth grade.
Anyway, Liu Zhizhong had said that they would prioritize Youyou's illness; all other matters could wait until after her recovery. If Lin Juan needed work, he could arrange it; if Lin Youyou needed to attend school, the best middle school in Yangzhou was waiting for her.
Ah... Sister Juan from next door, really... didn't know what more to say.
