The old man was very familiar with Geyin; after all, in his class, Geyin was an unparalleled genius, far exceeding any ordinary person, with all other students merely amateurs by comparison.
"Mhm." Geyin nodded, then turned and left.
"This kid, still speaks so little." The teacher was also accustomed to Geyin's cold and indifferent demeanor.
As time leisurely passed by, by the time Tilan got home, it was already evening. After school, she and three other songstresses were invited by Ailu Kelu for a big meal.
Supposedly, Ailu Kelu obtained some news from somewhere and came to comfort Shui Yanqing, and thus invited them for a seafood feast. After all, in the eyes of a cat-eared songstress, there was nothing more delightful than good food.
"Lord Tiran, this is the Memory Chip Miss Geyin asked me to give to you."
In the evening, after grooming and dressed in pajamas, Tilan was sitting in the study preparing to read before going to bed, when a maid handed over a Memory Chip.
