Early that morning, Ling Yichen sought out Ling Chunxi at her house.
"What's the matter? There's no need for you to be here so early. I refuse to have you accompanying me because I don't intend on getting hit by stones thrown by your admirers on my way to the assessment." Ling Chunxi continued washing her face whilst casting dissatisfied looks at Ling Yichen. Such an annoying rascal. He actually thought she would flake out on the assessment and came to make sure she attended by showing up at this ungodly hour. If any of his suitors saw this, they might get the wrong idea, which would only bring her more trouble.
"I brought you steamed meat buns." Ling Yichen listlessly held up two bulging oil paper bags with a deadpan expression. There was still steam rising out of them.
