Jiang Xianrou pushed his wheelchair into the living room and answered his question generously, "The school is organizing an independent admissions exam. I'm a member of the student union, so I have to go to school to help and take care of the students taking the exam."
"Oh, it's another year of independent enrollment." Old Master Jiang rested his hands on the wheelchair armrest and said with emotion, "Time flies so fast, I still remember that year when you enrolled and entered Qing University…"
At this moment, Jiang Zongnan and Tang Wanru came over with the cooked dishes. When they heard what he said, they happily interjected, "Dad, that was three years ago. Xianrou is almost in her third year. You forgot, you even held a parent meeting for her before."
