The other end of the phone fell silent for a little while before Jiang MingYuan heard a response. “That’s no such thing. You are overthinking it.”

As though she was trying to cover something up, the woman on the other end of the phone immediately yawned and said to him, “I’m tired. Let’s talk some other time.”

So, XingXing was calling to complain about his mother?

Jiang MingYuan had no experience dealing with complaints and was not well-versed in dealing with these types of family matters, especially when it was his own family.

The plate was placed a bit close to the edge and XingXing was able to drag it out some more. Getting a little bit tired from standing on his tippy toes, he stood back down and rested for a little bit before he reached out both hands again and carried the dish off the countertop.

If it was anyone else, Jiang MingYuan didn’t care too much what they were upset about, as long as they wouldn’t hinder him in any ways. Cheng Huan, on the other hand, wasn’t someone that he could just ignore. She’s the mother of his child. He must have a little bit more patience.