Chu Yigui noticed some A4 draft papers next to the homework. When flipped over, there was a lot of writing on the back of these draft papers. They should be some discarded photocopy paper from the office, not something that would be in this house.

The draft paper was not perfect; some dirt and trimmed edges could be seen. One could imagine that Wan Qiu had picked these draft papers out of the garbage and carefully collected them.

The draft paper wasn't bound with a stapler, but rather with a string of needle and thread that was repeatedly threaded through and tied together. It's clear that Wan Qiu was trying to imitate the book-binding method, but unfortunately, he only managed to prevent it from completely falling apart.

Wan Qiu cherishes his work very much, and there are no large blank spaces. He obsessively makes the drafts from top to bottom, with the upper half of the page covered in drafts and the lower half completely blank.

No matter how you look at it, he seems like a diligent and studious student, but unfortunately, the content of his drafts is something that Chu Yigui finds very hard to understand.

Wanqiu's way of thinking is completely different from the way of thinking that should be instilled in him in school, and even the way he answers questions incorrectly can be different for each of them.

While the math problems still showed traces of education, the language arts problems were almost appalling. Wan Qiu seemed to know very few characters, and the reading comprehension questions were like a repetitive piecing together of simple words he had learned.

Chu Yigui took pictures of Wan Qiu's draft paper and summer homework and sent them to his parents, who were anxious because they couldn't hear him.

Upon seeing this jumbled mess of information, both sides fell silent for a moment.

"Wanqiu's intelligence..." Chu Jianshu paused slightly. Although he didn't want to mention it, it was an unavoidable fact that Wanqiu was simply not keeping up with elementary school education.

However, Yang Xiaoyu didn't care at all. Looking at those wrong answers, which were actually written with great care, her heart softened.

Although he is a little slow-witted, he is earnest and hardworking, which is enough for her to think that he is a good child.

“My three sons are all outstanding, so Wanqiu doesn’t need to be any more outstanding. He can come back to my side and grow up happily. Even if I pass away, I still have my brothers. There’s nothing to worry about.” Yang Xiaoyu flipped through several photos with a smile on her lips, as if she could see Wanqiu doing his homework diligently.

"Yes," Chu Jianshu replied. His wife, who was very strong-willed and somewhat stubborn, easily accepted that they had a child with intellectual disabilities.

"Besides, even if he's not smart, he can go to school properly, take care of himself, and learn life skills. He must be very hardworking. How could anyone dislike a hardworking child?"

Yang Xiaoyu smiled, her expression gentle and bright, very beautiful, her eyes sparkling.

Chu Jianshu smiled as his wife's mood improved.

Chu Yigui listened quietly to her parents' conversation through her earphones.

Even though she was adopted, in Chu Jianshu and Yang Xiaoyu's eyes, she was a child of equal status.

He knew this perfectly well.

If his parents ask him to support Wanqiu in the future, there's nothing wrong with that.

Wanqiu's possessions are actually quite few; what you see most of are books.

Throughout the entire room, Chu Yigui couldn't find anything that could be considered entertainment; there were no toys, decorations, hobbies, or anything else that could even be considered entertainment.

The only thing that could be considered unique was the mechanical pencil and lead box that were carefully placed on the table.

At fourteen, when all her peers had given up pencils, mechanical pencils seemed to be the best choice for Wanqiu.

Chu Yigui glanced at Wan Qiu, who was preparing dinner in the cramped kitchen, then turned and walked towards Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai's bedroom.

The bedroom has a double bed and a soft carpet on the floor. The mattress and bedding are noticeably softer and more comfortable than Wanqiu's beds. They are soft and comfortable to the touch, and although the price may not be high, they are definitely better than ordinary bed sheets.

Wanqiu's bed sheets and duvet cover had obvious holes, which was typical of school dormitories. Chu Yigui didn't know whether Wanqiu's bedding was arranged by Ning Qiaozhen and others, or was the result of Wanqiu scavenging.

On the dressing table by the bed, you can see a considerable number of high-end cosmetics, ranging in price from several hundred to over a thousand yuan.

In the corner of the dressing table, there is a closed and locked dressing box, and it is not hard to imagine that some valuable decorations should be placed inside.

"Yi Gui, why is there no sound from your end?" Yang Xiaoyu's voice came through the phone. Clearly, the excessive silence made her, who was trying to get information, very uncomfortable.

"Mom, I'm looking at the room." Chu Yigui heard the sound of the range hood being turned on in the kitchen and confirmed that Wan Qiu couldn't hear him. "From what I can tell, Wan Qiu's adoptive parents aren't exactly poor and know how to enjoy life, but they don't seem to care much about my brother. His room..."

Chu Yigui filmed Wan Qiu's room and sent it out.

“It’s very clean but also very boring. I can’t figure out what my brother’s preferences are from this room.” Chu Yigui’s tone was gentle, but she was also seriously making suggestions. “If we want to cater to his preferences, it seems that giving him some stationery would be a better suggestion.”

"What kind of room is this?" Yang Xiaoyu exclaimed angrily upon seeing the room. "Can this be called a boy's room? Is this size a joke? Even a storage room wouldn't be this small!"

Chu Yigui blinked on the other end and replied, "Mom, this is how ordinary people live."

Yang Xiaoyu suddenly fell silent, thinking of Chu Yigui's former orphanage, and pursed her lips: "I will not let my child live such a life."

Chu Yigui replied, "My brother will understand Mother's love. Only when he returns to your side can he enjoy life."

Yang Xiaoyu responded and repeated, "You are also a mother's child."

"I know, you don't need to worry." Chu Yigui replied earnestly, looking at Wan Qiu in the kitchen, which was separated by transparent glass.

Many people might be ashamed to show their bare rooms, tattered sheets, and dirty manuscript paper...

Wan Qiu readily allowed him to freely enter this less-than-ideal private space.

Compared to her parents' exquisite bedroom, Wanqiu didn't find her simple bedroom unusual at all.

Chu Yigui couldn't tell whether this was due to low intelligence or simply a matter of habit.