Heavy snow drifted down.
Qian Yiqing kept his eyes fixed on the snow-covered road, carefully driving the Crystal Energy Car.
The voices of his wife and children drifted over from the back seat.
"Qian Changyun, tell me, do you know what you should say when you meet Cheng Han later?"
It was his daughter Qian Qingqing's voice.
"Sis, how many times have you gone over this? 'When you meet him, say hello to Senior Cheng. Be polite, and make sure you have a smile on your face...'"
His son sounded impatient, yet he did not dare refuse to answer. The rest was clearly a repetition of what his sister had said before.
Qian Yiqing smiled as he listened.
Though they bickered and squabbled, this was what a home felt like.
"Your words and conduct shape your character, and they are also the first impression others have of you. Do you understand or not?"
"You spout all this nonsense every day, but I don't see how great your own words and conduct are... If you ask me, since you talk about Cheng Han at home all day, why not have Dad and Mom propose to him later? Then you can go home with Cheng Han tonight."
"Qian Changyun, are you tired of living?"
With a furious roar, the flames of war immediately erupted.
"Ah... That hurts!"
"Apologize!"
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have run my mouth!"
Without even looking, Qian Yiqing knew that his daughter was pinching his son's earlobe with her fingertips.
It was her usual tactic.
It did little damage.
But it hurt like hell.
And required very little effort.
Qian Yiqing also knew that his wife would step in at the appropriate moment.
This was precisely her philosophy of raising children.
She had always believed that children had