Xia Ye leaned on the railing, looking back at Zhou Yao.
Zhou Yao didn't notice her, focusing on persuading her despondent father, Zhou Youquan.
Zhou Youquan, "Yaoyao, do you think your dad is particularly useless? I used to think things would get better over time, but I've been running my own marinated food brand for three years now, streaming every day, yet there's been no improvement."
Zhou Yao couldn't help but smile through her tears, "Don't talk nonsense; my dad is the best. Gold will shine eventually."
Zhou Youquan sighed, "If your dad really were gold, your mom wouldn't have left me. The parents of those classmates of yours can afford to put their kids in big houses... it's all because I'm so useless..."
Zhou Yao, "Dad, there you go again. I'll post on the school forum in a bit, and today I can help you sell 100 bags. Do you believe me?"
The wind was just right, blowing towards building 11, and Xia Ye could hear them quite clearly.
