A day passed in the blink of an eye.
When Mo Qingchen got up and stretched lazily as he came out of the room, he saw a circle of bigwigs gathered in the living room.
These bigwigs were all staring at his every move with glistening eyes.
"Everyone's up so early, huh..."
Secretly putting his hand down, Mo Qingchen, holding onto the thought that as long as he's not embarrassed, it's others who will be, plastered a fake smile on his face and surveyed the room.
In the living room, there were seven old men sitting in a circle. Besides Dean Long of the Yanhuang Academy and Dean Qin from the Yanhuang Research Institute, he didn't know the other five.
However, from the aura emanating from these old men, Mo Qingchen didn't dare to show a hint of negligence.
"Mo, you little brat, it's already late morning, and you still call this early!"
With a grumpy tone, Dean Long scolded and then signaled Mo Qingchen to sit next to him.
