The three of them saw Jiayi, their gazes locked onto her, eyebrows furrowed, with unmistakable disdain and thick scorn, clearly not taking the mother and son seriously.
Jiayi didn't want to affect Zaizai's mood and pretended as if nothing was amiss. She pulled him to the side to a resting spot, opened a bottle of mineral water for him to drink, and then patted his head, "How did the interview go? Did the interviewers ask you in English? How did you respond? You weren't nervous, were you?"
"Mommy, you're asking so many questions, which one should I answer first? I think you're way more nervous than me," Zaizai said with a giggly smile.
Just then, the teacher in charge of admissions came out.
The murmuring voices abruptly stopped.
The parents knew it was time for the interview results to be announced and unanimously stood up, looking towards the teacher.
Jiayi felt her heartbeat pounding so hard it was nearly audible, grasping Zaizai's hand, which was sweaty.
