Jiangjiang held a toy gun in his hands, and the light emitted from the toy gun showered Jiang Yanting's face in a kaleidoscope of colors.
At that moment, the man lurking on the other side came out, and Jiangjiang immediately ran over.
"Yes—" High five to celebrate!
"I told you, I was sure I would win." Jiangjiang smiled as he turned off the sound effects of the toy gun.
"Yeah, you're the best." He ruffled Jiangjiang's hair.
"Are we still playing?"
"Let's take a break, you're all sweaty. Go wash your face and have some water." He patted Jiangjiang on the head, and the boy happily ran off.
Jiang Yanting turned his head to look at the person beside him, his eyes cold.
If his son kept spending time with him, he'd definitely lead him astray. He had once asked him to tutor his son, but when he came back, not only was the homework incomplete, but he had taken the kid out for a reckless motorcycle ride.
