"I'd rather not." Lu Xuan shook his head. "Uncle Yan is probably very busy these days."
'Old Yan is a textbook doting father, but he'd just arrived and was already leaving. Considering he'd casually mentioned a joint strike from Sakata Heavy Industries and Aotao Organism, Longque Technology must be in serious trouble. It might even be worse than I imagined.'
'Sakata Heavy Industries, the Evil Cult...'
A profound glint flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes.
Beside him, Yan Jiangxue rested her chin on her hand, quietly gazing at the boy's profile, her eyes curving into smiling crescents.
"So which university are you planning to go to? Shengjing, or the provincial capital?"
"The provincial capital, I suppose." Lu Xuan returned to the present, catching the faint, sweet scent coming from the girl. He answered honestly, "It's just a formality anyway. The provincial capital is the closest, and I can go visit Xiaoxu and Uncle Wu."
