Jiang Wanwan poked her cheek with her chubby hands.
It seems they are learning to think systematically and discern the truth or falsehood of this statement.
After trying to figure it out for a while, Jiang Wanwan gave up.
Because he didn't understand that sentence at all.
Helpless, he went to bother his father again. If he got beaten, he would tell himself: "Hmm, a beating is a sign of affection."
Dad hits him because he loves him.
"Daddy! Daddy!!"
Jiang Yingchi was about to go out and had just put on her coat.
The northern part of the city was still chilly in early spring, with a general feeling of coldness; the weather was nice only in the afternoon.
Jiang Wanwan's short legs darted off quickly. He grabbed his father's thick thigh, tilted his head back, and his curly hair swayed backward.
Her grape-like eyes were dark and clear, a trait she inherited from Ning Qiluo.
However, Jiang Wanwan still thinks her father's eyes are beautiful. Look how dignified they are. Just one fierce look from him is enough for him to understand why life is so terrible.
"do what?"
Jiang Yingchi looked down at the little one clinging to his leg.
The little guy hasn't grown much taller lately, but his face has gotten quite rounder.
When his wife comes back, she'll probably praise him.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yingchi couldn't help but smile.
However, Jiang Wanwan couldn't see the smile on her father's face; if she had, she would have been terrified.
He asked, "Dad, why does Siri say that Mom's love is a towel, iced tea, or magic?"
Jiang Yingchi didn't understand what he meant, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
"When you ask someone a question, you need to state it clearly. How many times have I taught you that?"
The voice, though not angry, carried an air of authority, startling Jiang Wanwan so much that she tucked her tail between her legs. (Oh, baby doesn't have a tail.)
He held up his not-so-nimble fingers, making a three-pointer with a rather smug expression—or rather, he called it backbone. His father had always said that a real man must have backbone, no matter what, even if he gets beaten up…
Okay, crying and screaming when he gets beaten up would damage his image.
But even after he got beaten up, he was still Jiang Wanwan, whom Xiaomei secretly admired, and he was still incredibly charming.
"Dad, I heard a story called The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The Weaver Girl is a fairy, so she has fairy powers, right?" Jiang Wanwan said in a serious tone.
Jiang Yingchi: "Yes."
Jiang Wanwan: "The Weaver Girl and the Cowherd will be separated, right?"
Jiang Yingchi: "Yes."
Jiang Wanwan opened her mouth wide and said sadly, "Does that mean I won't have a mother anymore? My mother also has magical powers."
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
Because her father's face suddenly looked very angry and intimidating, Jiang Wanwan was certain that she had angered her father, so she honestly apologized.
Jiang Yingchi asked him with a stern face, "You only admit your mistakes, but do you know where you went wrong?"
Jiang Wanwan stammered, "The mistake was... I found out that Mom has magical powers, I found out Mom's secret. From now on, Dad will have to carry a load with me in it, and he can only see Mom when the birds form a bridge. Waaah... Poor Dad..."
Jiang Yingchi glanced at his foolish son.
He hasn't said anything yet.
Jiang Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she excitedly told Jiang Yingchi, "Dad, the teacher said that with today's advanced technology, we can call each other and share our feelings."
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
What a heartfelt exchange!
What a foolish son.
But Jiang Yingchi had clearly lost patience. She half-squatted down and asked him with a serious face, "Jiang Yanning, so after all this talk, what is the main point you've made?"
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