A day passed in the blink of an eye.
When Mo Qingchen got up and stretched lazily before coming out of his room, what he saw in the living room was a circle of big shots sitting around.
These big shots were all staring at his every move with bright eyes.
"Good morning, everyone..."
Mo Qingchen quietly put down his hand, thinking that as long as he's not embarrassed, the embarrassment is on others. He put on a fake smile and glanced around.
Sitting in the living room were seven old men in total. Besides Dean Long from the Yanhuang Academy and Dean Qin from the Yanhuang Research Institute, the other five old men were unfamiliar to him.
However, the aura exuding from these elderly men made Mo Qingchen not dare to be neglectful in the slightest.
"Mo boy, the sun's already shining on your butt, and you're still saying it's early!"
Dean Long snapped irritably and gestured for Mo Qingchen to sit next to him.
