Jiang Xun had actually heard what Jiang Zixing said in the stall.
It took no effort to guess that the person on the other end was Jiang Yongqiang.
Jiang Xun chuckled. He was actually telling Jiang Yongqiang to ask him for money.
With nowhere left to turn, that gambling addict might really come looking for him. He would just wait and see.
But before Jiang Yongqiang showed up, something else happened the next day.
It happened to be Saturday, and Jiang Xun was still at the Jiang Family home, playing with the neighbors' mixed-race little boy, Ryan.
A cold wind blew outside, but the temperature-controlled house was warm. The two of them, one big and one small, sat on the carpet working on a little jigsaw puzzle.
Ryan was concentrating hard, his chubby little face solemn.
Jiang Xun sat cross-legged, idly biting a lollipop. He pointed at a puzzle piece the child had forcibly jammed into place and teased, "Little dummy, you've got this part wrong."
Ryan knitted his little brows in displeasure. "No, I haven't! It goes right here!"
"Wrong is wrong." Amused, Jiang Xun pinched the little rascal's chubby cheek. "You can't force something that isn't meant to fit."
Ryan said, "It's not wrong! It's not wrong!"
Determined to tease him, Jiang Xun replied, "Yes, it is! Yes, it is!"
Ryan pursed his little lips unhappily and glared at Jiang Xun with his big eyes. Then he burst into tears, which streamed down his face.
"Waaah! It's not wrong! You're picking on me again, you big meanie! I'm not playing with you anymore!"
Jiang Xun didn't fall for that. In fact, he enjoyed the sight and immediately picked up his phone to record it.
*The little rascal was even cuter when he cried. Just look at those tears-he