Wen Yan let out an awkward chuckle.
"Alright then, sis-in-law, you handle it. I'll go help my daughter with her homework."
Once he got to the little girl's room, it took less than three minutes before Wen Yan and the girl were united against a common enemy.
"Forget Chinese, but why is this bird language graded the same as Chinese!"
"Exactly, that's what I think too!" The little girl's head was nodding like a bobblehead.
"I can tolerate math at least, since it's a fundamental subject, super important. But bird language, for what reason!"
"Exactly!" The girl's eyes lit up, like she'd finally found a soulmate—at last, an understanding adult.
"After all, with math, you either get it or you don't. It's all about talent. It's perfectly normal if someone slow can't get it. But this bird language—come on, even people who score twenty on the math test can memorize a few words, right?"
"Exactly." The girl kept nodding, but suddenly she felt something was off.
