Jiang Chengsi was about to be driven insane by the two little ancestors. He even told Jiang Jinsang:
"Jiang Xiaowu, that kid of yours—if you don't keep him in line, he's definitely going to run wild when he grows up."
Someone just laughed. "I don't think so."
Then one day, when he went over to Jiang Shiyi's place for dinner, he got to witness that brat's bootlicker side. The Jiang Jinsang family of three were the last to arrive. Jiang Xiaowai was the first to charge to the door on his short, chubby little legs, tiptoeing to press the doorbell.
Jiang Shiyi opened the door himself.
"Th… th… Unc…" Jiang Xiaowai could only squeeze the words out one by one; talking was still hard work.
"Mm." Jiang Shiyi nodded.
"In—" He looked up at Jiang Shiyi with big innocent eyes.
