When Wu Hao got home, he saw Feng Min furiously yelling at Wu Min.
Wu Min wore a long face, on the verge of tears but holding them back. "What's going on this time?"
"Ask her." Though she said this, Feng Min still handed the test paper in her hand to Wu Hao to look at.
"Look, this is your daughter's grade."
"She hasn't even made it to middle school yet, and this is her score."
"How will she get into high school?" Feng Min fumed at the thought, "Every time you're supposed to study, you start making demands—bathroom breaks, snacks, drinks."
"Every time I talk to you about this, you act like this." Feng Min's headache only worsened. "Since you're back now, and you tell me not to blow up on our daughter, then you handle it."
Feng Min was done. If she kept going, she'd really lose it.
Wu Hao looked at the test paper full of red crosses and sighed helplessly. "Sweetheart, how could you answer like this?"
