A day's time 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 eyes full of enthusiasm.
"Good morning, everyone..."
Silently lowering his hand, Mo Qingchen, holding the mindset of "as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who will be," put on a faint fake smile and glanced around.
In the living room, there were a total of seven elderly men gathered, besides Dean Long from the Yanhuang Academy and Dean Qin from the Yanhuang Research Institute, the other five old men were unfamiliar faces to him.
However, from the aura emanating from these elders, Mo Qingchen dared not show the slightest neglect.
"Mo kid, the sun's already shining on your butt, how's it still early!"
Dean Long chided with an annoyed voice and then directly signaled Mo Qingchen to sit next to him.
