Although she had already anticipated it, An Ning still felt a shock in her heart, a wave of warmth washing over her.
The kind father from her childhood seemed to have suddenly returned.
An Ning's tears flowed uncontrollably, as she blinked hard against the sun.
She forced herself not to let the tears fall.
"An Ning, I'm sorry for not telling you the truth. Actually, I should have told you," the teacher said with remorse, avoiding her gaze.
An Ning spoke emotionlessly. "It was my dad who didn't allow you to tell me."
"Yes."
"So you don't have anything to feel guilty about," An Ning said.
"..." The teacher nodded vaguely with an 'ahh' and 'uhh.'
An Ning asked another question. "Teacher Huang, did my dad give you any money apart from the surgery fee?"
"No... There was no more," Teacher Huang's gaze darted even more.
"I understand," An Ning said coldly.
Suddenly, Teacher Huang's grand image collapsed in her heart.
An Ning turned and got into the car.