When Zhang Dong and his wife saw Zhang Yu entering from the elevator on the first floor, they were both startled, "Why did you buy so many books?"
She was carrying about ten thick workbook booklets in each hand, and Zhang Dong quickly took the books from Zhang Yu.
Even with mental preparation, the weight of the stack of books made his shoulders slump, "Why did you buy so many books?"
"Isn't the winter vacation coming soon? Plus, with the holiday homework, these are the exercises I need to practice during the winter break."
Since she saw Zhang Dong, Zhang Yu handed the receipt directly to him, "Dad, these are the books I just bought today."
Zhang Dong glanced at the amount and tut-tutted, the weight of the books was considerable, and the price too was quite pleasant.
He took out his phone and directly transferred money to Zhang Yu, who promptly accepted it skillfully.
Even though it wasn't her money, and it wouldn't go to her, Liang Yan still felt distressed.
