Early the next morning.
Qin Ran came running downstairs wrapped in low pressure.
Her terribly bloodshot eyes were evidence of either a sleepless night or waking up on the wrong side of the bed.
“Assistant Chen will take you to the middle school later.” Ning Qing put down her chopsticks and raised her head, “I’ve asked an expert to examine your grandmother.”
When Qin Yu was getting ready for school earlier, Ning Qing personally dressed her up, but she couldn’t afford to accompany this daughter.
At the thought of having to deal with the snickers from relatives of the Lin family in the future, Ning Qing couldn’t help gritting her teeth.
She could only hate Qin Ran for being so disappointing. Needless to say, as long as there’s Qin Yu, she’s still satisfied.
Lin Qi came to the living room with a newspaper in one hand and a phone in the other.
Ning asked him what happened.
Lin Qi’s face fell into a blue, “It’s about Ranran.” Looking at Qin Ran, he apologized, “Uncle is sorry. Director Ding just replied and said that you are unlikely to get in.”
Ning Qing squeezed her fingers tightly as Lin Qi’s remarks embarrassed her some.
Qin Yu just finished drinking a glass of milk and stood up. While Zhang Sao was handing her her backpack, she tilted her head in feigned ignorance, “Dad, First Middle School is very good. Why can’t my sister get in?”
Her head was tilted at a pretty angle, appearing puzzled.
Ning Qing’s fingers shook. She felt that the eyes of the servants around were eyeing her skeptically. Shame instantly enveloped her as if she’s been stripped off her clothes.
“Go to class first, you are going to be late.” Lin Qi looked up and answered Qin Yu helplessly.
Turning to Qin Ran, he comforted, “It’s uncle’s fault. But teachers at Wende Senior High School are no worse than First Middle School, what do you think?”
Qin Yu couldn’t resist a smirk as she headed out with her bag.
Qin Ran got up from bed annoyed, it’s already a good thing that she didn’t go raving mad.
She lowered her head, biting a fritter in her mouth, her long eyelashes hiding those captivating eyes.
“Well, there’s no need to bother, uncle.” She replied nonchalantly. And in the same level tone, she added: “I have a recommendation letter from the principal of First Middle School.”