"Is there a notification letter for my Zhiyuan?"
"Did my Zhiyuan get into college?"
Zhao Juxiang watched the postman backing away and couldn't help but step forward, her face full of excitement as she said, "Comrade postman, could you just say something already?"
Seeing that he wasn't saying a word, Zhao Juxiang kept pushing him for an answer.
"Yes."
As the postman pulled the notification letter out from his green canvas bag, he said, "There is a notification letter."
To avoid what happened last year, the postman swiftly took out the notification letter.
"You got in! Zhiyuan, you got into college!"
Zhao Juxiang had been hoping day and night for this notification letter, and finally, it arrived.
"This is wonderful, my Zhiyuan is truly something!"
Zhao Juxiang's voice was already shrill, and now that she shouted loudly, everyone nearby could hear.
