"Greetings, Headmaster!" Zhang Ronghua bowed.
" I won!" Yang Hongling raised her chin proudly. Her beautiful gem-like eyes were about to fly out in the next second.
Zhang Ronghua guessed that they were making a bet.
" Grandpa and I are making a bet," Yang Hongling explained." We're betting whether you'll come here by car or underground."
"..!"Zhang Ronghua was speechless.
"It must be God's will!" the old man said meaningfully.
Zhang Ronghua was even more curious. What was their bet? "Are you alright?" he asked with concern.
"Yes."
"Aren't you at my mother's place?"
"Grandpa misses me. Ask Little Four to call me back." The more she spoke, the angrier she got. Yang Hongling rolled her eyes at the old man.
Just like Little Four, he seemed to have thought of something good and was smiling happily.
"Where are the people in charge of guarding Qinghua Hall?" Zhang Ronghua asked again.
