Old Master Lu's voice rang out, loud and clear. "Tsk, tsk, with scores like these, my Shengsheng could have achieved them with her eyes closed."
Qin Churou bit her lower lip, visibly tense.
Lin Shuya, seething with indignation, was about to charge at Old Master Lu to argue, but a sharp glance from Qin Hai silenced her, forcing her to swallow her words.
The meal felt tasteless for Qin Hai and his companions.
"Miss, please this way." The waiter opened the door, and a woman in a professional suit entered, her face betraying a sense of urgency, sweat beading on her forehead. She had rushed here, no doubt anxious to avoid being outpaced by Beida University or Imperial Capital University.
Upon entering the private room, her eyes scanned the surroundings. She first approached Qin Hai's table and asked, "Are you a parent of Qin Sheng?"
She had mistaken Qin Churou for Qin Sheng.