"Clang—" The large iron gate that had been locked was opened by the old man, who then extended his right hand to grasp Ding Ancheng's, shaking it firmly back and forth.
"You're amazing! This is the first time in nearly a decade that our County First Middle School has received such an honor. I heard you are also going to lead students to Jing City to represent our province in a competition." The old man's smile widened.
"My grandson admires you very much. He's set to attend County First Middle School this year. I hope Ding can look after him." The old man said, trying to get close, "My grandson's name is Pan Zhongshi."
"Alright, I'll remember that."
"Oh, by the way, the Chen Bangguo family lives at No. 25, Xijing Alley."
"Thank you very much, sir." Now that they knew the place, Ding Ancheng and his companions left.
