Zhuang Jingshu quietly looked at her, finally sighing, "I've said it before, it's not the time for you to act yet. I've found you a school in the capital city. Go there and study well, and once you complete your studies, I'll naturally support you in doing what you want."
Lin Jiayi was secretly resentful. If it weren't for hearing that Zhuang Jingshu had actually found her a school and wanted her to go study, she wouldn't have thought of opening a food factory.
She simply didn't want to study.
Since she was young, her academic performance was poor, and by middle school, she couldn't keep up. Over the years, she's forgotten everything she learned before. Going to study now would only bring her embarrassment.
Where would she study? Elementary school or university? No matter which type of school, she wouldn't be able to continue.
