Although Zheng Tan knew something was off with Zhuo Xiaomao today—he seemed burdened, despite his young age—he hadn't expected it to be something like this.
Admittedly, he had not paid much attention to Zhuo Xiaomao and Xiao Zhuo for some time. After all, unlike Little Youzi who used to come over whenever he had free time, Xiao Zhuo would come to pick him up, and if Xiao Zhuo couldn't make it, his former juniors would help out.
Now that Xiao Zhuo was teaching at the Physics College, Zhuo Xiaomao would head there after school instead of going home. After all, the people at the college had known Zhuo Xiaomao for a long time since he had Buddha backing him. Even the most stern professors would occasionally force a smile for Zhuo Xiaomao. Being there, although he didn't quite strut around, it wasn't far off. Moreover, given that Zhuo Xiaomao was precociously clever and full of tricks, Zheng Tan had never been overly worried about him.
