"Where's your backpack? Give it here! Let Mom see what you scored on your exam!"
"Hey, Mom, my dress is getting wrinkled! Don't touch it!"
Cao Jiajia shrieked.
"Why are you freaking out?! It's not a big deal! Lots of people in my class did worse than me!"
Cao Jiajia lunged to grab it back, her small hands clawing at the closet door as she stomped her feet in frustration.
"That's the dress for my video shoot tomorrow! If you ruin it, I'll lose followers!"
Liu Yingzi wasn't listening at all.
She yanked open the closet door, pulled out the backpack, and flipped it upside down.
The contents came tumbling out, clattering all over the carpet.
Pencils, erasers, and workbooks scattered across the floor.
Along with some lipstick and perfume samples.
Liu Yingzi squatted down.
She flipped through a workbook and found that not a single page had been filled out.
And tucked inside the Chinese textbook was a signed photo of an internet celebrity.
Her heart sank bit by bit.
