The most XingXing had ever done was to bring his mother her slippers or a glass of water. Occasionally he’d push the mop around pretending that it was a car. This was the first time he scrubbed the floor seriously.

He was still young and couldn’t quite handle the mop so Cheng Huan gave him a wrung out wet towel and had him scrub the floor on his hands and knees.

XingXing stood in front of Jiang MingYuan while hugging onto his thigh tightly. His face was pressed against his pants and all of the lipstick transferred onto his pants. He dared not look at his mother at all.

But that was before. Now that his daddy was on his side, the little kiddo became braver. His ears moved a little and, moving his head back a little, he quickly turned his head to his mother and said, “I’m a good kid.” Then he hid his head again.

Little kiddo Jiang XingChen didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. He thought he looked very pretty. He looked at himself back and forth in the mirror and even waited for his mother to praise him. Alas, when he looked up, all he saw was his mother’s very gloomy look.

“Jiang…. Xing…. Chen…..” said Cheng Huan, pausing between every word. Her face was so dark that ink could drip out of it any minute. Her teeth gritted, she said in a very deep voice, “Is your skin itching?”

Just for this, Li KangYi even gave his parents a call and let them know that he would not be visiting them over the holidays before he drove over to Rongjiang Plaza early on Sunday. He waited there for the entire day and was, once again, disappointed.

As Cheng Huan had already left with her child and her child’s daddy on their vacation by this time.