Jiang Changhai didn't let her pick up the load. "It's alright, not tiring. Earning money is worth a bit of hard work. Come on, wife, let's head home."
Once home, he put everything away, then plonked himself down on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.
Su Wanyu said, "I'll get you some water."
Meanwhile, Jiang Mianmian, who was busy learning in the system, heard her dad's voice and immediately came out of her room, happily running over. "Dad, you're back; I missed you."
"My darling daughter, Dad missed you too." Jiang Changhai lifted Jiang Mianmian onto his lap, kissed her on the cheek, and said with a beaming smile.
"Dad, are you tired? Let me massage your shoulders." Jiang Mianmian said, then knelt on the sofa and began kneading Jiang Changhai's shoulders with her little hands.
"How's the pressure?"
"Not bad, not bad. My daughter is the best, my little cotton-padded jacket." Jiang Changhai squinted his eyes, a look of content enjoyment on his face.