After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Siming hurriedly took his wife and children back to Shanghai.
He didn't dare show off in front of his father anymore. He had already taken a beating the day before.
The main reason was that Father Jiang had been massaging Mother Jiang's shoulders and legs nearby. Seeing how much Jiang Siming was enjoying himself had made him feel terribly unbalanced.
As he put it, "I've never enjoyed treatment like that from your mother in my entire life. What gives you, my son, the right to be treated so much better than your own father?"
He refused to accept it!
Jiang Siming was speechless, too. He remembered that the last time he had been this speechless was the previous time.
Sigh. He could only leave home with his wife and children for now, lest the old man grow green with envy and beat him up again.
"Honestly, just because you're henpecked doesn't mean you can stop other people from being the man of the house."
As he said this, Jiang Siming glanced guiltily at Zhao Xiaoxiao.
The Mid-Autumn Festival had just ended. While the people of Huaxia were still enjoying the lingering festive atmosphere, someone had to show up and ruin it.
The A-Three Dynasty suddenly announced that its own nuclear weapons and aircraft-carrier fleet had reached the pinnacle of global standards, far surpassing Huaxia.
It even claimed that its nuclear missiles had already been aimed at multiple Huaxia cities and could launch precise strikes at any time.
The moment these remarks came out, the entire world erupted in an uproar.
Everyone was wondering whether the A-Three Dynasty had really gone insane.
Many Huaxia citizens were also worried, afraid that this lunatic might actually make a move.
People who were both poor and reckless were the