"Mr. Hewitt, did you not bring any luggage?"
The elderly man sitting behind the office desk had white hair at his temples and slightly adjusted his silver-framed glasses.
Hewitt sat in the chair opposite him:
"Mr. Anthony, I prefer to keep things simple."
Anthony glanced at Hela, who was sitting quietly beside him, and gave a moderately stern smile:
"I wasn't informed you'd be bringing family. Next time, please notify me in advance. After all, the reason I chose to work at a university is that I don't like children."
Because of his habitually stern facial expressions, Hewitt couldn't tell if Anthony was joking or being serious.
Anthony looked at the paper documents in his hand:
"Mr. Hewitt, your age doesn't seem to align with my expectations."
Hewitt had grown a beard on his walk from the train station to the university, and his hair had turned black, making him appear to be in his thirties.
