Jiang Ping An had only made it this far because of the family who loved him.
If his family had not loved him, he would never have known what he was striving for.
Seeing her father's flustered, self-reproachful expression, Jiang MiaoYi hurriedly wiped away her tears and pouted like a child.
"if Father yells at Miao Yi again, Miao Yi will tell Little Aunt and the others and have them teach Father a lesson."
"I won't. I won't do it again."
Jiang Ping An paused, then added a condition. "As long as you don't make mistakes."
"Hmph, I'm very well-behaved. I won't make mistakes."
Jiang MiaoYi proudly lifted her delicate little nose.
If the people of the Order God Realm saw that Jiang MiaoYi, who fought like a crazed demon in battle, could be this adorable before Jiang Ping An, their jaws would surely hit the floor.
Jiang Ping An raised a hand and gently scraped her little nose, his face filled with endless tenderness.
"How are your mother and your little aunts doing now?"
He had left the Order God Realm for more than a hundred years. To gods with endless lifespans, that was not particularly long, but he still worried.
Jiang MiaoYi slipped out of Jiang Ping An's embrace. "Mother and Little Aunt and the others are all doing well. They're just very angry that Father left without saying goodbye."
"Originally, Aunt Lan, Aunt Xia, and the others also had a chance to come to the Holy Land, but because the slots were limited, they gave theirs to me."
"My little aunts told me to keep an eye on Father and stop him from hooking up with new women."
She honestly relayed what Meng Jing, Xia Qing, and the others had instructed her to do.
Jiang Ping An