Seeing Han Guangzhi raise his hand to strike, Han Cunming slammed his bowl on the table, his eyes wide in fury. "What are you doing? You want to hit Tingting right in front of me?"
The moment his father spoke, Han Guangzhi immediately wilted. He subconsciously lowered his voice. "Dad, why didn't you discuss such a big matter with me? Her grades are so good, it's a waste for her to go to a regular school."
Han Cunming scoffed, "She was attending a regular school before, so why didn't you think it was a waste then? Fine. Since you want to act like a father, go on and take out some money. You think high school is free?"
A bitter taste filled Han Guangzhi's mouth. "But doesn't she go to school for free now?"
Not only was it free, but the school also provided a living stipend; Han Guangzhi had heard all this from the villagers long ago. 'Why is Dad asking me for money right off the bat?'
