Having waited for quite some time, still there was no sign of Old Master Song giving in; Zhang Yu was tired of waiting.
"Master, if there's nothing else, I should go back to my studies."
Besides, her stomach had long been growling, and she needed to go upstairs for some good food.
It was then that Song Weikang remembered Zhang Yu was a senior in high school, "Have you considered studying abroad?"
"I know your grades; aiming for a prestigious university is almost hopeless."
"I'll just aim for any 985 or 211 university," Zhang Yu said she had modest expectations, "then find an easy, relaxing job."
"My parents left me a house, and compensation money, the insurance claim; not saying I'll be extremely rich, but at least I can do what I want."
"What the Song Family can give you is definitely a hundred or thousand times of what they left you," Old Master Song said with grandeur.
