"145."
"…" Everyone was silent and even the sound of Sheng Hanjing's beautiful piano stopped abruptly. Only Yi Juncheng remained calm, smiling gently. This was his little monster's style.
Sheng Yuxi's face twitched. "Sister, you said you didn't do well but you scored 145. Then what score were you expecting?"
Sheng Yang touched her nose and pondered it seriously before she said, "At least 147."
Sheng Yuxi almost cried. Come on. My highest score in Chinese never even topped 140 back then, yet Little Sis scored 145 but is still unhappy. How could two people be so different?
"Hahaha, my daughter is amazing. She's like me. I got a full scholarship from HF when I was young!" Sheng You suddenly laughed out loud. He was in his forties, which was the golden age for men. He looked really charming when he laughed.
