In the main room, Zhou Lanfang was crying her eyes out, snot and tears streaming down her face, while in the western room, Zhou Siyu was also sobbing.
Shen Jianhua sat on a stool with a sigh, feeling utterly helpless. In the morning, the family had left the house in high spirits, yet before noon, everything had turned into a mess.
He too was in pain, but whom could he blame?
Could he really blame his daughter for performing too well in the exam?
The school had said that even if his daughter hadn't done well, the progress award wouldn't have gone to Siyu anyway.
After all, it was a case of speaking too soon.
Now, everyone in the village knew that Siyu was going to receive the progress award. He had just been at the village entrance, where the woman from the Zhang Family had stopped to ask him about it. If word got out that Siyu didn't receive the award, it wouldn't just be a blow to Siyu's pride—it would be a question of where he and Zhou Lanfang could even put their faces.
