Noon.
Inside the siheyuan.
"Come on, Xu, put that down, your teacher will personally pack your luggage for you!"
"Teacher, my flight is in the afternoon. Isn't it a bit early to pack now...?"
"Tsk, what nonsense are you talking!? Your teacher is just afraid you'll be late. What if you miss the flight!?"
"But there's at least four hours left..."
"Same difference."
In the courtyard, Wu Chengjun bustled around, packing all of Xu Liang's stuff nice and neat and stuffing it into the suitcase.
Seeing this, Xu Liang's face showed a helpless, speechless expression.
He felt the old man really had no ambition.
He was only a bit over fifty; clearly he still had the energy to keep charging ahead. How could he be so eager for Xu to leave so he could rest!?
Was Wu Chengjun planning to leave him nothing but a siheyuan and a few papers after he passed away?
How was that acceptable!?
