"Little Luo Luo, what's your result?" Han Sheng Ming barged into his father's study room and excitedly questioned Han Luo. Before Han Changhong could say anything, his son snatched the blue mark sheet off him and skimmed through the result. "Hooray! You came first place. Little Luo Luo's the best! I knew you could do it!" He hugged Han Luo tightly and kept saying, "You're the best! You got the highest mark even though you had caught a cold. Little Luo Luo's the smartest girl in the whole wide world."
Han Changhong frowned. "And what about you? Why didn't you come first place? Also, why didn't you knock on the door before entering? You didn't even ask for permission. Sheng Ming, you are not a kid anymore. You are eight years old now. What will Luo'er learn from you? You are teaching bad things to your sister again," he chided his son.
