He hoped that in the future, the person he married would be smarter, and his children would have higher IQ than him.
At 11 pm, Xie Jialei returned to the guest room.
He needed to clean it up himself.
Mo Yangyang wanted to help him clean up, but Xie Xize didn't allow it.
Of course, Xie Jialei didn't dare to do that. He had already angered Fifth Uncle by staying behind. If he didn't count 13 and ask Aunt Wu to take care of him and make his bed, then he…He wanted to die.
Xie Jialei laid out the new bedsheets by himself, took a shower, changed into the T-shirt and sports shorts that Little Chu had brought for him, and lay down.
Initially, Xie Jialei thought that this day would be tough for him.
But now…
He felt that he was not sad at all. His heart was still surging with warmth and happiness.
His parents were divorced, but he was not homeless.
His relatives were all there, and everyone was concerned about him.
There was still a lot of love around him.
