Liu Cuilan leaned against the door: "It's so early in the morning, why aren't you at home sleeping? What are you looking for my third child for? Speak up clearly, or you can't come in."
Everyone knew Liu Cuilan was a temperamental woman; she might look gentle and weak on the outside, but her temper was quite fierce.
Otherwise, how could she, a widow, raise so many children by herself after her husband passed away?
Aunt Wang scratched her head awkwardly and said, "Cuilan, we heard that college exams are about to resume. We're hoping Xiaoxiao could help get some review materials for our kids while she's at work."
The news had just come yesterday, and everyone hurried to run around to various bookstores in the city, but after visiting several places, they couldn't find any relevant materials.
