The little brat woke up not long after Chi Zheng fell into a deep sleep. The moment he woke, he started crying. With no one else at home, Jiang Siming had no choice but to soothe him himself.
When had Jiang Siming ever taken care of a child? The only person he had ever looked after was his little sister, Jiang Wanwan.
And that had been when he was ten, right after his mother gave birth to Jiang Wanwan.
Jiang Siming had found it novel and eagerly taken on the responsibility of caring for his little sister.
At first, he thought it was pretty fun, but less than two days later, Jiang Siming gave up.
Because Jiang Wanwan was too annoying. She cried nonstop every day and was always wetting her pants. A few times, she had even peed all over Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming decisively handed his sister back to their parents. His family had laughed at him quite a bit over it back then.
So when it came to taking care of children, Jiang Siming truly had no experience—and he had been traumatized by it.
See? This child was just as annoying as Jiang Wanwan had been when she was little.
Chi Zheng took her little brother from him with an exasperated smile. After soothing him only a few times, her brother fell asleep again.
Jiang Siming watched in utter confusion. What the hell? He had soothed the child for so long without success, but Chi Zheng got him to sleep with a few words.
You little ingrate. Your brother soothed you for so long, and you wouldn't give me the time of day. If you cry again next time, I'm ignoring you!
Chi Zheng put her brother back in the bedroom, then rushed out of the room