Zhuang Lan didn't seem like the kind of person who would lie.
Li Xiaoqin hesitantly glanced at the photo, "That's true, after all, being classmates for so long, Xiaolan would definitely know if there were any rumors."
Plus, Li Xiaoqin knew her son's habits well; he was exceptionally attentive to anything related to his studies.
He kept a booklet specifically for news about top students.
Aside from rankings in their strong subjects, it also contained some seemingly nonsensical tidbits.
For instance, a certain top student who excelled in chemistry was particularly fond of the leek dumplings sold near his home.
Once, Li Xiaoqin casually flipped through it and nearly dropped it on the floor.
She had no idea where her son got all this absurd information, which was more frightening than any intelligence agency in the movies.
Zhuang Rouhui was skeptical, "But this appraisal report..."
Zhuang Lan saw her doubt, "Is this the comparison result between Aunt and Yue Qingqing?"
