I was pushed downstairs by my son who was the number one scholar and fell seriously injured. As soon as I was rescued from the ICU, he took away my savings for follow-up treatment and paid the tuition of the tutor's daughter to an aristocratic school. When he was dying, he stepped on my oxygen tube, blaming me for being arbitrary and tyrannical, training him into a test-taking machine, and ruining his life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back three months before the college entrance examination. The son was protecting the tutor and his daughter behind him with red eyes, "If you drive Teacher Su and Su Su away, then I won't take the college entrance examination!" "How could that happen?" I suddenly smiled, "As long as you take the college entrance examination, mom will not interfere with you in anything." Only this time, without me helping him get rid of these two professional bad exams, I wonder if he can still get into college?
