Old Sir Jiang was especially happy.
For many years, the Jiang Family had not produced a number one, and Jiang Cheng had finally given him an opportunity to hold his head high and puff out his chest.
He immediately went for a stroll around the teahouse outside the community.
Sure enough, all those old men were sighing over their own grandsons' grades, and when they saw him coming, the sighs grew even louder.
"Old Sir Jiang, what on earth did Jiang Cheng eat to grow up with such good grades?"
"Who was it that said Brother Jiang didn't know how to raise children? Look, hasn't he raised a district topper?"
"Indeed, it's better to be raised by your own. What's the use of having a blood relation? My own kid ended up being the last in the district ranking, nearly drove me to an early grave!"
