Early the next morning, Yue Xiaofang heard someone knocking on the door.
She thought it was Ma Qiang, and was wondering if the results had come out so quickly.
But when she opened the door, it was Yue Qingqing standing there.
"Qingqing, why are you here so early?"
Yue Qingqing asked back, "Auntie, did you come back particularly late last night? I seemed to hear the door closing when I woke up in the middle of the night."
Yue Xiaofang hurriedly shushed her, "Your grandmother is making pancakes in the kitchen, let's not let her know about this."
Last night, when she came back, she tiptoed in, fearing her family would notice.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing's ears were sharp enough to hear it.
This matter sounded too dangerous; Yue Xiaofang didn't want her family to know, especially her mother.
The elderly woman already worried easily; if she found out, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep.
Yue Xiaofang didn't want such a situation to occur.
