However, after picking up his son’s report card, his face turned red and he asked the two of them with an angry tone, “What's wrong with Troy 's grades? Why have they dropped so much?"
There was a trace of guilt in my sister-in-law's eyes. She snatched the report card from my brother's hand and spoke with her neck stiffened, her face full of disdain, "Troy is still studying the same as before. His grades have declined probably because of the teacher's incompetence.
"Why don't we transfer Troy to a better school? Even though it costs 2000 dollars per semester, as long as we focus on training Troy, it doesn’t matter, right?"
Actually, during that period, my sister-in-law took my nephew to shoot videos every day, sometimes staying up late. As a result, my nephew didn't get enough rest, so he couldn't concentrate in class and his grades naturally dropped.
But my sister-in-law didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. If his grades just happened to be dropping, she could find a reason to transfer schools.
“This kind of school can't teach our son who has constellation shaped moles well, so how about transferring him to an aristocratic school?"