Chapter 117: Stolen Goods (5)
The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows over the courtyard.
The final check was filled with immense tension.
The sun was nearly gone, yet Hyang was still struggling to distinguish between Chen Hour and Xu Hour.
They were completely different characters, yet to Hyang, they must have looked similar.
Maybe it was because both had a closed top?
"Damn... Learning classical characters is really tough. Are we about to break our daughter with this?"
A small, creeping worry entered my mind—was Hyang going to develop anxiety over this?
In my past life, I had once heard a saying: "For every ten new English immersion kindergartens, a new child psychology clinic opens."
Now, I wasn’t sure if Hyang was experiencing English-level stress, or if she just needed a psychologist.
“Alright, Hyang, you can do it! Try again—Chen Hour!”
Hwa-eun’s gentle voice encouraged Hyang, while Grandfather, Father-in-law, and Mother-in-law all held their breath, watching where she would move.
Chrr... chrrt...