Yan Qianyi had just returned home when Han Yarong greeted her with a beaming smile, asking with apparent concern,
"Qianyi, I saw you rushing out this morning. Did you make it to the exam on time?"
Han Yarong and her daughter had already been waiting at home for a long time.
They had expected to see Yan Qianyi come back dejected soon after.
Unexpectedly, they ended up waiting the whole morning.
Yan Qianyi smiled sweetly, "I made it on time."
Upon hearing this, the smile on Han Yarong's face suddenly froze.
The color drained from Yan Qianyi's face as a trace of coldness flickered in her eyes, "Are you disappointed?"
"Ah?" Han Yarong hurriedly strained her rigid smile, "What are you talking about, Qianyi? I'm concerned about you. Of course, I'm happy for you that you made it to your exam."
"Really?" Yan Qianyi sneered coldly, "There's no need for you to put on an act in front of me when my dad isn't here. I know it was you and your daughter who locked my door from the outside."
