"I put it in the drawer. If you want to see it, just ask me and I'll get it for you." Ye Linchen took out the documents one by one. "Here, the transfer application, student status certificate, transcript, plus my household registration book, that's all."

Meng Xueyun gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Ye Zhenghua reached out and took it, flipped through it casually, and handed it to her: "It's all here, take a look."

Meng Xueyun refused to take it, glancing sideways at Ye Linchen, and said resentfully, "I'm not looking anymore, I'm not looking anymore, let her keep it herself."

"Okay, bring your household registration booklet on Monday, and we'll go to the school's academic affairs office together."

Ye Zhenghua handed the leather bag back to Ye Linchen: "Your mother has some things to tell you. Listen carefully; she's doing this for your own good."

He then winked at Meng Xueyun.

Although Meng Xueyun was full of resentment, she softened up when she thought about what she was going to say later.

"Of course! You're my own daughter, would I ever harm you?"

Ye Zhenghua reminded her, "Xiao Meng, watch your attitude. You two haven't sat down and talked in a long time. If there's any misunderstanding, this is a good time to clear it up."

He pushed Meng Xueyun into the house and thoughtfully closed the door, creating a quiet space for the mother and daughter to talk.

Ye Linchen put the leather bag back in the drawer, took out a comb from her backpack, sat down at the table, and combed her wet hair in front of the beautiful vanity mirror.

She knew what Meng Xueyun was going to say; she just had to see how she started.

Meng Xueyun never took Ye Linchen to heart, nor did she feel embarrassed about what she said. She came over and sat on the edge of the bed, getting straight to the point.

"I heard from your aunt that you were earning money in the countryside with your classmates?"