At this time, it was not yet the evening peak hour, and they also drove fast, so within 20 minutes, the coupe had already stopped in front of the gates of S University.
Ji Zhiyao unbuckled his seatbelt with one hand placed on the door. "Fi-god, thanks. I'll go ahead."
"Okay, you can come to the base often when you have time. I've already notified security, so they won't stop you." Mo Huaifeng paused for moment. "Gotta thank you on behalf of my nephew. He said he isn't as burdensome now."
Ji Zhiyao was delighted. "There's nothing to thank. After all, I was still the one who gained more advantages. I have almost lived the dreams of all internet-addicted youths: becoming friends with Mix battleteam and having a intelligent little disciple."
One of his feet stepped onto the ground, but he was stopped as he was about to say goodbye once more. "Ji Zhiyao."
