However, the reaction of the parents in the group chat made her increasingly anxious.
Everyone was sending texts to congratulate each other.
And all of this had nothing to do with Lady Su.
Her daughter hadn't participated in the competition.
When the competition class had held its assessments, she had carefully considered it. The family's private tutor had analyzed Su Yueyue's situation, concluding that focusing on art was best for her, as she could still get into Beijing University regardless of the final grades.
But now, she had been completely overshadowed by a wretched girl who had been brought back from the countryside.
Lady Su's grip on her phone tightened gradually until her hand hurt, then she marched directly to Su Yueyue's room.
Being domineering was her nature, and she didn't have the habit of knocking before entering her daughter's room.
She reached out to push the door open and was met by her daughter's slightly panicked eyes.