Jiang Ping opened the door and stretched.
He breathed in the morning air.
Then he planned to wake up the little girls and bring them to school.
Before Jiang Ping reached the little girls' room, he saw them squatting under the eaves, holding large porcelain cups.
They lined up and washed up obediently.
Jiang Ping waved at the little girls.
"Why are you girls up so early? Daddy was just about to wake you up."
The little girls heard their father's voice and looked up at Jiang Ping weakly.
Well, looking at their current state, they were still half awake.
Li Sushang had just finished making the beds in the little girls' rooms.
"How could we wait for you. They're going to be late. Can't you see what time it is now?"
Jiang Ping raised his head and looked at the glaring sun in the sky.
He smiled awkwardly.
"Hehe, it's quite late. I was cultivating too late last night and didn't pay attention to the time."
