Yang Jingyi stood there for a long time, unable to return to her senses. She stared blankly at the fragments of the test paper on the sofa as if she did not understand what had happened just now.
Hu Chunli, who was in the kitchen, heard the noise and quickly turned off the fire. When she came out, she saw her daughter standing pitifully in front of the sofa. The test paper on the sofa was torn into pieces.
She quickly understood what had happened.
She hurriedly wiped her hands on the apron and went forward to hug Yang Jingyi. "It's okay, it's okay. I'll help you glue the test papers back together later. It's okay!"
Yang Jingyi really wanted to cry, but when she saw Hu Chunli's expression, she held it in.
She knew that if she cried, her mother would also cry.
So, she held it in.
Hu Chunli squatted down and picked up the pieces of the test paper on the sofa bit by bit.
She took the tape and was about to glue it.
