These days, very few people are willing to pay to have their photos taken, so Sun Lifang can't possibly only make money from the wealthy.

We also need to work in lower-tier markets.

However, housewives are different from young people. Young people are not married and can spend whatever they have without any worries.

Housewives have to carefully calculate their money and know exactly where to spend it. How can a simple marketing campaign get them to hand over a month's salary?

No, so Sun Lifang told Zhao Chengguang, "Let's organize a parent-child activity for 30 yuan. Children who come here can play here. Fruits, drinks and snacks are all prepared here. We'll also hire a host to lead the children in games."

"Why waste money on a host?" Zhao Chengguang volunteered. "Aren't I one? Tell me the process, what are you planning to do?"

"What do you mean?" Sun Lifang interrupted him, "Weren't you supposed to be with Mengmeng in the hospital? Is she feeling any better now that she's on oxygen and undergoing rehabilitation?"

Because of lung damage and insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, Guo Zhimeng cannot engage in strenuous exercise, so she usually doesn't walk.

Zhao Chengguang had to carry her even when she was walking.

"Hey, look at what you're saying. My Mengmeng just has a sore throat. Don't talk about this outside."

Zhao Chengguang considered things thoroughly. He felt that "excessive publicity about Guo Zhimeng's illness, making everyone protect her, would cause her to lose her friends."

Who would want to play with a porcelain doll?

Zhao Chengguang gave Guo Zhimeng a verbal warning, telling her to be careful, while also instructing the school teachers, "Don't make exceptions for her, tell everyone about Mengmeng's health."

Just like for a disabled person, the attention from others may not be malicious, but excessive attention and strange looks have already harmed her invisibly.

Before Guo Zhimeng returned to school, Zhao Chengguang had repeatedly instructed her, "Let's be good, don't do those strenuous activities, and don't tell others what we've been through, okay?"

Zhao Chengguang cannot guarantee that everyone who appears around Guo Zhimeng is a kind person.

So he made preparations in advance and explained to his daughter, "Telling others about your pain will make them think you are weak and easy to bully, and that you won't dare to fight back when you are bullied, you know?"

It might be difficult for young children to understand these things.

Therefore, Zhao Chengguang cut her off completely, telling her not to talk about it and also to tell those around her not to pay too much attention.

Sun Lifang was one of those reminded. "Now Mengmeng only needs to have nebulizer treatments at a fixed time every day. I want her to be a normal person, to live and play like a normal child. You can understand, right?"

I understand, of course I understand.

The business conversation was suddenly veered off course, but Sun Lifang wasn't angry. She was even a little happy that Guo Zhimeng's wish had come true.

She has her own father who will always protect her close family.

When Zhou Xinya learned that Aunt Liu Qing and Uncle Zhao had registered their marriage, she was very happy. She secretly told Sun Lifang, "Mom, I've already decided what gift to give them."

What gift?

The little girl didn't say anything.

After becoming familiar with the adult world, Zhou Xinya did not become worldly or mature as Sun Lifang had imagined.

Instead, she possessed a different kind of innocence.

Children's world never changes. Besides competing with Sister Miao for Yuanyuan, the thing Zhou Xinya cares about most is "What's good to eat tonight?"

Sun Lifang chuckled, "I'm already thinking about the next meal after I've eaten the last one."

Teacher Xiong put his hand on Zhou Xinya's shoulder, patted her, and said goodbye.

One more week until I officially leave the park.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xinya asked Teacher Xiong, "Teacher, what are you having for dinner tonight?"

It's like she's deliberately playing dumb; unlike Sun Lifang, Zhou Xinya is a social butterfly.

When they see acquaintances on the street, they greet them, "Uncle and Auntie, you're back? Where have you been? Have you eaten?"

This applies to everyone else as well as to Teacher Xiong.

"The teacher doesn't eat dinner; she just had a snack."

OK, Sun Lifang looked at the woman who was still in her fifties and retired, yet still had a slender figure.

This woman must have grown up drinking dew, right?

He's over fifty, but his face is almost wrinkle-free, with fair and rosy skin, and he's full of energy.

He looks about thirty years old.

No wonder he's a hermit who "doesn't eat after noon and goes to bed before eight o'clock."

Zhou Xinya asked every day, and Teacher Xiong patiently answered her questions every day.

The two of them chatted like they were performing a comedy routine, reluctant to part at the gate after school, always having endless things to talk about.

Sun Lifang looked at her fingernails listlessly, and glanced at her watch.

Oh no! There's no time left!

She also needs to pick someone up at the train station.

After helping her daughter out, Sun Lifang answered Teacher Xiong's question on her behalf, "We'll cook beef noodles for dinner tonight, and stir-fry two other dishes, that should be enough."

She squeezed her daughter's little hand and said, "Say goodbye to your teacher."

The little girl obediently agreed. After that, Sun Lifang turned around and took a few steps. Seeing that no one was behind her, she grabbed her daughter and ran away.

I was supposed to pick her up, but Zhou Xinya is such a chatterbox, she's been talking for so long at the school gate, it'll probably be too late by the time I get there.

Why do I have so much to say?

Helpless, Sun Lifang glanced at her daughter behind her and then looked away.

She, a socially awkward person, gave birth to Zhou Xinya, a socially adept person.

A dinosaur and a calf sitting in the same vehicle—that sounds kind of fun.

"Mommy, where are we going?" Little Niu couldn't sit still and leaned forward to ask. "Where's Daddy? Why didn't Daddy come to pick me up?"

"So you've already picked a fight?" Sun Lifang didn't want to respond; she knew her daughter just wanted to chat.

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