The news about Qingran being recommended for admission to B University and two other schools didn't cause any ripples in Qingran's home.
The next day, when Qingran went downstairs for breakfast, it was rare to see Li Qingmo also out of bed.
Just as Aunt Liu brought out the breakfast, Li Qingmo's expression was blank as he watched Xie Ying'an peel an eggshell; his early morning mood seemed unreasonably gloomy.
Sure enough, as soon as Xie Ying'an placed the peeled egg on the small dish in front of Qingran, Li Qingmo's expression turned even more gloomy.
Even Aunt Liu, who served breakfast, couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Mo, what's wrong?"
Li Qingmo shook his head: "It's nothing, Aunt Liu."
Aunt Liu smiled, patted him on the shoulder as she passed by, and earnestly advised: "Young man, don't study too late into the night."
Li Qingmo looked embarrassed, with a vague expression as if he'd done something guilty.
