While Jiang Siming was still immersed in the "grief" of "resigning," indulging helplessly in his wives' nightly "companionship and comfort,"
early in the morning, Zhao Xiaoxiao came knocking on his door.
"I'm sleeping, Zhao Xiaoxiao. Why aren't you at school? What are you doing knocking on my door? Is your butt itchy?"
Jiang Siming directly transmitted his voice to Zhao Xiaoxiao.
Pouting, Zhao Xiaoxiao replied through voice transmission as well, "Didn't I tell you yesterday? Because of the recent 'Overlord' cold wave, school is closed until after New Year's Day. Dad, do you have amnesia?"
Jiang Siming coughed twice, feeling a little awkward. He really had forgotten.
"You don't need to disturb my sweet dreams, though. I'm warning you, don't use the key to open the door and come in. Your mothers are all here. If you're hungry, go find your Zhirou mother. She slept with Xiao Luoyu last night, so she should be awake by now."
Jiang Siming looked at the fragrant arms and jade-like legs scattered across the bed, lying there in utter comfort. This scene absolutely couldn't be shown to a child, or it would corrupt the little one.
Although Zhao Xiaoxiao was by no means an innocent little one.
But the mothers were shy. If Zhao Xiaoxiao caught them in the act, they definitely wouldn't "fool around" with Jiang Siming again for a long time.
So he had to keep Zhao Xiaoxiao outside. He had even prepared the Minor Barrier Technique.
"I already finished breakfast!"
"Then what do you want? Blowing up a school satisfied you, didn't it? What other mischief are you planning? Let me tell you, no way."
Jiang Siming thought she had gotten addicted to blowing up schools and was about to ask him to blow up another one.
"It's not that! I'm