"Mom, don't worry, I definitely won't let my studies fall behind." Xu Ting hugged Xu Nianhua's arm, her eyes full of affection, and said, "Mom, if I become a big celebrity in the future, would you think I've embarrassed our family?"
Xu Ting tilted her head and looked up at Xu Nianhua. She knew her mother wasn't the type who liked the spotlight. For example, at the publishing house, the book that Mom published about English learning sold extremely well. The people at the publisher wanted Mom to host a book signing, but she absolutely refused.
"Why would you think that?" Xu Nianhua lowered her head and looked at that ever-more-familiar little face—so familiar, yet somehow a bit different.
Xu Nianhua smiled gently, and looked at her seriously, saying, "Xiaoting, whether you become a big star or do any other job, it's just work. As long as we stick to our principles and don't compromise them just to take shortcuts, Mom will be at ease."
