Arriving at Han Moxuan, they found the door closed. After parking the car, Luo Qianqian looked surprised: "Is it closed? No one here?"
"How is that possible." Jimo Cheng shook his head helplessly: "Clearly it's closed for the evening to prepare for the welcome feast, right?"
"Hopefully, there's something I like to eat." Fang Youyuan laughed heartily as he lifted the suitcase and walked into Han Moxuan.
As soon as he pushed the door open, there were three bangs, and colorful paper confetti fell all over Fang Youyuan's head, clothes, and suitcase.
Only then did Luo Qianqian realize why Jimo Cheng stopped her from pushing the door, and suddenly understood the helpless expression on Fang Youyuan's face earlier.
"Does the teacher do this every year without finding it boring?" Fang Youyuan stood there, shaking his head helplessly, brushing off the paper confetti.
Jimo Kong laughed heartily as he walked out: "Isn't being habitual a kind of ritual? Oh? Jin Yuee is here too?"
