Zhao Xiaoxiao noticed that Jiang Siming seemed to have forgotten his promise to her. She immediately pouted and said angrily:
"It's the plan to bomb the schools! We agreed to go to America and bomb a school. Tomorrow is Christmas, and all the schools in America will be on holiday. This is the perfect opportunity for us."
"We're really bombing a school? That doesn't seem right." Jiang Siming was still a little hesitant.
"What's wrong with it? It's not like we're bombing our own school. Besides, those two schools went way too far. They clearly discriminated against us Chinese. They really deserve a lesson!"
Zhao Xiaoxiao spoke righteously. She would never admit that her main goal was to fulfill her dream!
Jiang Siming glanced at Zhao Xiaoxiao, looking her over several times.
"Dad, why are you looking at me like that?" Zhao Xiaoxiao asked guiltily.
"I suspect you have violent tendencies."
"I don't! I don't have any! Don't make things up." Zhao Xiaoxiao immediately denied it.
Hearing that line, Jiang Siming felt like it sounded strangely familiar.
"If we're bombing anything, we'll go at night. It's daytime now, so hurry up and go to school."
"Dad, are you really sleep-deprived? It's the weekend today."
"Uh, when I cultivate, I lose track of time. Let me correct that—I wasn't sleeping. Come on, let's go downstairs. I'm hungry."
Jiang Siming quickly skipped over the awkward topic and went downstairs to eat.
When his wives saw him come out, they all let out a sigh of relief. Although Jiang Siming only secluded himself for a few days each time, they still worried about him.
Almost every few minutes, one of his wives would come into the bedroom to take a look at him. Only after confirming that he was sleeping peacefully and showed