No need to guess, Qiaoqiao knew already.
Yun Sisi's end-of-term grades must have been exceptionally awful.
As her mother, she had promised Sisi that she would help her daughter lie to Yun Mo.
So, she held back the words that were about to slip out, quietly took her seat, and sipped the pork rib congee that Mrs. Wu had simmered in a clay pot.
Across the table, Yun Mo was gentlemanly cutting a piece of cheesy potato puree with a knife and fork before putting it in his mouth. As he glanced up, he barely glanced at Yun Sisi, who was busy peeling chicken eggs. "Sisi, did your end-of-term scores improve?"
"..." Improvement? Let alone improvement, it has directly dropped twenty or thirty points.
During the second half of last year, when she was in the first grade of primary school, she scored more than fifty in every subject.
This year, she scored under twenty on every subject. She didn't answer anything except for multiple-choice questions.
So, Yun Sisi dared not answer.
