As far as He Jiu knew, Jiang Siming had at least four or five girls around him, and every one of them was top-notch.
"It's nothing. Let's go, Teacher He. I've really been craving Changsha stinky tofu. I haven't had it in a while."
Jiang Siming smiled and started walking. He Jiu followed, and the two old friends walked out of the arrivals hall with their arms around each other's shoulders.
After getting into He Jiu's car, the two of them headed straight for Changsha's famous snack street.
After eating a pile of Changsha snacks, Jiang Siming didn't stay at a hotel this time, nor did he go to the cozy love nest Liang Tian had bought.
He followed He Jiu back to his house.
The main reason was that He Jiu had been extremely enthusiastic, and his wife also liked Jiang Siming very much. Jiang Siming decided to take this opportunity to visit his sister-in-law.
When they arrived at He Jiu's home, Jiang Siming found that he didn't live in some enormous mansion. Instead, he lived in a small but warm two-story house in a secluded villa community in Changsha.
For a celebrity like He Jiu, this lifestyle was already exceptionally low-key.
He Jiu parked the car, then pulled Jiang Siming into the house.
He Jiu's home was spotlessly clean. He himself had a rather serious case of mysophobia, and his wife was a virtuous woman as well. There wasn't even a speck of dust to be found.
"Wang Xiaoqing, look who I brought back!"
After entering, He Jiu shouted toward the kitchen.
His wife came out carrying a spatula. The moment she saw Jiang Siming, she gave him a gentle smile and said, "Hello, talented lyricist Jiang."
"Talented lyricist?"
Jiang Siming looked puzzled. When had he acquired another