Mountain Elder Qi cleared his throat, glanced at Gu Yundong, and said, "Miss Gu, the school ends at 17:00 in the Tianhai Academy."
His words were very obscure.
Gu Yundong nodded. "Yes. Before I came here, my father had also asked around. School is a little late in the summer, and it will be an hour earlier in the winter."
The mountain elder was speechless. Why didn't she understand? Where did her intelligence go? Or was he being too vague?
He coughed lightly and gave up on himself. He said openly, "Miss Gu, time is quite tight. You have to return those paintings before the school ends. Shouldn't you make some moves?"
Qi Ting scoffed. His grandfather was clearly going easy on him.
But in the next moment, Gu Yundong nodded. "Grandpa Mountain Elder is right. It's better to return them as soon as possible."
After saying that, she sat in front of the table, spread out the drawing paper, and read it carefully and seriously.
