As Madam Jiang drove, she spoke through the Bluetooth headset in her ears to Jiang Shuxuan.
"I think your community is outstanding and well suited for old people like us." She said this one sentence to him in a solemn voice, and hung up the call without giving Jiang Shuxuan any time to reply.
Jiang Shuxuan frowned slightly on the other end, his lips pressed tightly together. His fingers tapped against the table, and each tap made Yi Bing and Yi Tiao, who was waiting in front of him, more nervous as the time passed. They glanced at each other, and then wordlessly lowered their heads even more.
After a few seconds, Jiang Shuxuan sent a message—[Control your wife!]
Jiang Han shot back almost immediately—[Can you control yours?]
Jiang Shuxuan: "..." He had no comeback for that.
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