Xia Ye glanced at him.
Xia Yuzheng felt a drop of cold sweat trickle down his temple.
Recently, Yeye had finally started to treat him a bit better and he had almost ruined it again.
Thankfully, his wife reminded him just in time.
Xu He picked up the conversation, "Little Tiangao, Mommy knew you would perform well. Before the exam, I saw you studying hard in your room. We only compare ourselves with our own past, not with others. As long as you did well, that's all that matters. The exact score isn't important."
After pouring out some motivational words, Xu He asked the kitchen staff to prepare real black chicken soup, which had been kept warm, ready for Wu Ma to bring it over now.
**
At this moment, over at the old house.
In front of Xia Yourong, there was also a bowl of chicken soup. She knew she hadn't done well in her Chinese exam and wasn't in high spirits.
