Jiang Mingzhong and Jiang Xin were a bit restrained sitting on the sofa, but feeling the lively atmosphere of this home, they slowly relaxed.
Prior to this, Jiang Mingzhong could hardly imagine that the home of a great power like Beisitian would be such a peaceful and serene scene. Perhaps in the hearts of many, Beisitian and the Qingyu School are shrouded in a layer of mist; seemingly clear, yet unclear.
And perhaps in some people's imagination, the Qingyu School is a solemn place, with young Beisitian being arrogant and defiant, disregarding others.
This was once Jiang Mingzhong's thought; to have such abilities at a young age, anyone would inevitably be proud. Even at his age, with such achievements, he would be as haughty as possible.
But the reality is quite different…
