Yang Dachuan saw his timid appearance and couldn't help saying irritably, "I never expected you to pass the exam. Spending money is just for you to get familiar with the process, so you'll be ready for future attempts."
"No way?" said Yang Qingtong, his eyes widening in shock at his words, "Dad, you really have no faith in me? I'm still your son after all. You have so little confidence in me, so sure that I won't pass?"
"Haven't you indeed failed to pass?" Yang Dachuan asked lightly in response.
Instantly, Yang Qingtong's head drooped, and he clenched his fists, "Next year I will definitely pass."
Yang Qingrui then patted him on the back, "If you can promise not to fall asleep next year, you'll definitely pass."
"Brother, can't you stop bringing that up? I didn't do it on purpose. Who can resist when they're sleepy? If only there was something to keep one from feeling sleepy at all times," Yang Qingtong grumbled, clearly dissatisfied.