Shen Jianhua and Zhou Lanfang had been stunned ever since Shen Mianmian received the progress award. It all felt unreal, like a dream, until Shen Mianmian approached them and called out.
"Dad."
It was then that Shen Jianhua came back to his senses, though his expression remained somewhat unnatural, "Mianmian."
"Dad, I won the progress award." Shen Mianmian showed off the trophy in her hand, her tone akin to a child awaiting praise from an adult.
"Good, very good…" Shen Jianhua nodded, managing a forced smile.
Zhou Lanfang's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets in fury, and just as Zhou Siyu came out, she grabbed Zhou Siyu and demanded, "Siyu, what's going on here? Didn't you say the progress award was yours? How did it end up being hers?"
She had been waiting outside for so long, and after all this time, the progress award went to that little bastard.
Zhou Lanfang even suspected that the teachers had made a mistake.
How could a dunce possibly win a progress award?
