Zhang Chen heard the cursing sounds and walked out of the house, only to see the three little ones full of indignation. Upon seeing Zhang Chen, they immediately stopped their cursing, each with a guilty expression, greeted him awkwardly, and then hurried back to their own rooms.
"Something's strange!" Zhang Chen watched the hurriedly departing backs of the three little ones, his mind communicating with the Blood God Child who escorted them to and from school daily, a trace of surprise in his eyes: "So that's it!"
The three little ones had gotten into a fight again at the academy, and even broke a scholar's leg, which was why they looked guilty.
"As long as they didn't suffer a loss, it's fine," Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
As long as the three little ones didn't suffer a loss, even if they tore down Chongzheng Academy, Zhang Chen wouldn't blame them one bit.
"Time to eat!"
