Ling Zhiwei, however, looked completely unfazed, utterly unaware of how hurtful his words had been.
He even leaned in a little, standing casually with his hands in his pockets.
"You know what? My little sister was the top scorer in the college entrance exams this year! Seven hundred and thirty-nine, raw score! The highest in Beijing's history! Who's ever heard of that?"
The more he spoke, the more excited he got, his words tumbling out faster and faster.
He was completely lost in his pride, wanting nothing more than to praise Shanshan to the heavens.
How could he have known the young girl was already at her breaking point?
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she managed to hold them back at first.
But as she listened to his bragging, her heart felt like it was being crushed bit by bit.
After just a few more sentences, Cao Jiajia's tears streamed down.
The tears slid down her cheeks. Before she could wipe them away, she turned and ran.
