Upon hearing the question, Xu Qiguang glanced at his nephew, Xu Changhai. As he withdrew his gaze, he nonchalantly swept it over the other young people in the room.
His gaze lingered on Bai Chenggang and Xu Sanhu, who had grown up with his daughter, Changqing. He then caught his other nephew, Xu Changhe, in his peripheral vision and smiled.
"What're you staring at?" Shen Weimin said with a laugh, shaking his head. "A lot has happened. In short, it's a long story. Just last night, I was discussing it with my wife, Changqing."
'Heh, what a pause! Perfectly timed.' Bai Chenggang fought back a laugh. He peeked at his uncle, Xu Qiguang, sitting opposite him, then quickly lowered his head to stare at his own feet.
"Back then, a lot of people were coming over to borrow books, so the two of us talked about it. We wondered if we should study here at the county high school for two or three weeks, put together a rough study guide, and then head back."
