"Brother! What are you doing?"
Chen Mengmeng looked at Chen Yun, who was lying on a rattan chair under the tree and drinking tea. She had a helpless expression. "Why did you step into old age early?"
"Come, shall we have tea together?" Chen Yun waved the teacup in his hand.
"No, no. Xiao Xue and I still have to practice. Do you want to come and take a look?"
"No. By the way, you guys are about to take the art exam, right? After the art exam, let's take some time to go home and take a look," said Chen Yun. After all, he had not been home for such a long time. He also missed it.
Chen Mengmeng suddenly nodded. "Okay."
She missed home too.
On the other side, Chen Yun's phone rang. It was Jiang Zhengyu.
After ending the call with Jiang Zhengyu, Chen Yun stood up from the recliner. After all, there would be guests at home later.