Lu Jiang's father could guess his son's thoughts and nearly rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Worried about setting a bad example for his grandson, Lu Jiang's father suppressed his desire to scold his son and said, "We have some Tibetan medicinal materials like Rhodiola left by Qingxue at home. When I came here, Guan Cheng specifically brought them for me to drink."
Upon hearing this, Lu Jiang instantly had a burst of clarity.
"It's always Qingxue who thinks of everything." He had no idea about this whole affair, no wonder his family had been doing so well since they got here.
Lu Jiang's father didn't want to talk to him and kept cuddling with Xibao, ignoring him.
"Grandpa, did you receive my letter? My characters are really good, everyone praised me, and I corrected the ones I wrote wrong!" As Xibao talked, he brought up his own achievements, "I can draw now, grandpa, mom taught me. Dad is so dumb, he can't draw at all, he even said what I drew looked like a toad!"
