"Thank you," Jiang Shiyi said as he took it, his glance fleeting over to someone who was wrestling with the kids, truly lacking any uncle-like demeanor.
Especially compared to Huo Qinqi, who was speaking with Jiang Yanting, standing tall and straight, his own younger brother looked downright pitiful.
Being good friends with Huo Qinqi, how could he not have picked up any of his poise?
But then considering the Huo Family's crooked-necked Miaomiao, he let it go; even that... was better than his brother.
"Brother, you're here."
"How are you feeling?" When Jiang Shiyi left, someone had a cold and was whining, half-dead, half-alive.
"I got over it a while ago, look at me now, jumping around and full of life..."
"I can see, you are better."
"Haven't you noticed any change in me after all this time?" Jiang Chengsi felt even more suave; Beijing is dry, but the climate in Pingjiang was incredibly nurturing.
After inspecting for a long time, Jiang Shiyi only said one thing:
