"Results?" Gu Mang scoffed. "They're quite bad. I always come last in my cohort."
Her elbow was propped up on the table with a pair of chopsticks in her hand. Her wrist drooped down in a natural pose as she watched them with her pitch black eyes that were cold and wicked.
There was an awkward silence.
Upon hearing about Gu Mang's results, Gu Yin's face became less sour. She smiled and said, "Even though Sister always gets zeros on all her papers, she's very popular in our school and is even Sheng Ting's choreographer. She doesn't need to rely on her results, unlike the rest of us."
A few relatives forced out a smile, yet there was an unconcealed disdain in their eyes.
