"Dad, the living room floor is filthy. I'm taking my classmate upstairs, so please clean it for me."
Jiang Siming finished speaking with a cheeky grin, grabbed Li Yingzi's hand, and headed upstairs. Li Yingzi's face flushed as she lowered her head and let herself be led away like a newlywed bride.
Father Jiang was left with dark lines across his face. What was this supposed to be?
Was he the father, or was I the father? And hey, wasn't the floor dirty because you brought so many people over for New Year's greetings?
"Are you not going to do anything about it?"
Father Jiang looked toward Mother Jiang, who was happily cracking sunflower seeds and watching her son go upstairs.
Mother Jiang countered, "Do what?"
"That boy is holding another girl's hand. What if Xiao Rou sees it and gets angry?" Father Jiang said reasonably.
Mother Jiang didn't take it seriously at all. "Stop worrying about things that aren't your business. Hurry up and cook. Make enough for one more person today. My son promised me he'd bring home a grandson or granddaughter next year. If you keep nagging and interfere with the grand plan, I'll never forgive you."
"Oh. Then I'll go cook."
When Father Jiang heard that he would have a grandson or granddaughter to hold next year, he immediately stopped making a fuss and went off to work.
As long as he got a grandson or granddaughter to hold, that was enough. Whether his son's harem caught fire was his own problem.
Jiang Siming brought Sakura upstairs and into his room. Sure enough, the other three women were still inside, curiously looking through and exploring every little detail of Jiang Siming's childhood.
They wanted to know every story about their man, no matter when it had