Sterling Bian stood outside the study door, raising his hands, not knowing whether to knock on the door now or turn around and walk away.
Dad didn't know what he said, and Auntie sighed: "Xiaonan has no ambitions since she was a child. She grew up playing around, and she will follow Thayer Bian first to learn management...or else... Get into college..."
"How could he go to college? He struggled even in individual schools and never liked playing tennis." Dad's voice was lower. "I just wanted to give him something to do. It's better than messing around and causing trouble all day long." Come on strong."
"There must be a process." Auntie said softly.
Sterling Bian knocked gently on the study door and called out, "Dad?"
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