The young people arrived at Han Moxuan, and just as Jimo Kong was also coming over, they bumped into two people at the entrance who were all smiles.
"Did you two skip class?" Jimo Kong raised his eyebrows, his face full of dissatisfaction.
"Grandpa Kong, this isn't high school anymore; there aren't that many classes. We didn't have class this morning," Luo Qianqian immediately stepped forward to support Jimo Kong. "But why is Grandpa Kong here so early?"
Slapping his forehead, Jimo Kong realized that he was right; these kids were college students now. Despite their height and looks, he habitually thought of them as high school students.
"So why did you leave home so early in the morning?" Jimo Kong rolled his eyes at Jimo Cheng, his face filled with reproach.
Jimo Cheng gave a wry smile. Was it wrong to leave home early? Since he's the elder, whatever he says is right. He might as well stay quiet and play dumb.
