During the day at the factory, with so many people around, Tan You had to hold back her excitement. But at home, she could finally relax. After all, she had scored exceptionally well.
Seeing her squinting with a smug look on her face, Han Cunming couldn't help but smile. "You can be as happy as you want at home, but rein it in when you go out. You don't want people calling you arrogant."
"I know. I didn't mention it at the factory today. If I brought it up myself, it would seem like I was showing off." Tan You smiled. Han Cunming's words were exactly what Cheng Wenhui would have said.
Her biological mother, Cheng Wenhui, was always like that, telling her not to be boastful and that it was better to celebrate privately at home than to show off in public.
The next day, when Tan You and Han Cunming arrived at the school, they found the office buzzing with activity. Aside from her own teachers, the other unfamiliar faces must be admissions officers from various universities.
