In front of the aristocratic private elementary school, a black stretch Lincoln was particularly conspicuous.
With the ringing of the school bell, students in navy blue uniforms swarmed out.
A boy around seven or eight years old walked up to the Lincoln, casually tossed his backpack to the butler standing by the car, and climbed in, full of the airs of a young master.
The butler settled the backpack properly but did not get in the car; instead, he stood outside, looking in the direction of the school gate.
Eight-year-old Gu Moming sat in the car, and in less than a minute, he grew impatient, rolling down the window to ask the butler: "Are we going or not?"
"Young master, we need to wait for Yan Chen to go back together."
"Why wait for him?! Let him take a car back by himself!"
The butler smiled and replied, "Just wait a little longer, young master. He should be here soon."
Gu Moming, with a displeased face, sat in the car fiddling with a Rubik's cube in his hand.
