Although Jiang Siming had always worried about Xiaoxiao recovering her memories, fortunately, there was still plenty of time.
For Xiaoxiao to recover her memories, she would at least have to reach the Nascent Soul or Spirit Transformation stage.
She definitely would not be able to do that in just ten or twenty years.
Thinking of this, Jiang Siming temporarily relaxed. At least Zhao Xuan's suspicions today had been completely put to rest.
What he had not expected, however, was that Xiaoxiao would need nowhere near ten years to reach the Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation stages.
When it came to talent, Zhao Xiaoxiao perfectly embodied what it meant to be the chosen daughter of fate, and what it meant for heaven to reward someone with a living.
Of course, Jiang Siming had not anticipated any of this. He thought he had plenty of time to mentally prepare for everything.
It was the last night of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday.
The company would resume work tomorrow, and Jona would have to return to the office as well.
As soon as dinner was over, the wives at home began frantically signaling to Jiang Siming, while they themselves all found excuses to go back to bed.
They should have had Jiang Siming seek out Jona last night, but last night had been an unusual situation. Jiang Siming had been called out by the simp Wang, then spent the whole night fooling around outside.
Today was the final day, and the wives refused to let Jiang Siming miss this opportunity, no matter what.
After all, there were still secretary candidates waiting in line. Could he hurry up? The newcomers needed a chance to rise to the top too, okay?
Zhao Xiaoxiao still wanted to watch some anime, but Zhao Xuan dragged her off