"Damn it. Why is the weather so cold this year?"
Mr. Su blew on his hands as he stepped outside, meeting Tong Huaqiong who complained about the weather.
Tong Huaqiong asked, "It's almost New Year, why hasn't Mr. Su taken a break?"
She remembered that in the past, the private school in town would always take a holiday during the twelfth lunar month, and Mr. Su was planning to extend the term until New Year's Eve?
Tong Huaqiong thought it was unnecessary to work the students so hard.
Mr. Su rubbed his hands and sighed, "Manager Tong, you don't know. Some students' families either don't have enough charcoal or are unwilling to use it, and during the break, their hands tremble from cold when writing at home, and they get sick from freezing. So I let them all come to the private school. I'm burning charcoal here, so they won't freeze."
Tong Huaqiong understood.
Mr. Su extended the classes out of consideration for the students.
