The others exchanged a knowing look and looked at the beautiful woman opposite him with a half-amused smile. A teasing voice chimed in, saying, "Brother Adam, this is what they call the jitters of approaching home~"
"Hahaha, since when did you learn to use idioms? But 'the jitters of approaching home' is spot on, damn spot on!"
Another person slapped his thigh, "Indeed, that's spot on. Austin, you've got a knack for this, listen to me, stop messing around with women and focus on becoming a literary master. There's a future in it!"
"Enough with that, a literary master, what a joke. I'll stick to messing around with women; otherwise, it wouldn't justify being born into such a good family."
"Haha, I've recorded it. I'll play it for your old man one day, it'll surely make him so angry he'll spit blood."
"Please don't, I'm afraid my grumpy old man will beat me to death first."
The group exchanged banter, and the atmosphere warmed up again.
This group was all second generation.
