Because An Chenmeng often fought with Leng Xiaoyao, her parents had heard of Leng Xiaoyao. Precisely because of that, they were all surprised.
"Isn't Leng Xiaoyao terrible at studying? Why are you afraid of her?" Mrs. An asked.
"If she's terrible at studying, I wouldn't be afraid that she might surpass me, but she isn't. Alright, alright, you can go to bed now. Don't interrupt me. I'll talk to you about it later." An Chenmeng didn't want to waste time speaking to her parents, so she chased them out.
"Well…" Mrs. An wanted to say something again, because An Chenmeng aroused her interest, but Mr. An pulled her out before she could finish.
"Why didn't you let me finish? Isn't Leng Xiaoyao terrible at studying? When did she become excellent? She could even surpass Mengmeng!" Mrs. An said with displeasure.
"Mengmeng is reviewing now. We shouldn't bother her. Didn't she say she'll tell us about it later? You need to be patient," Mr. An said.
