Jiang Beiyu saw his mother smiling helplessly yet indulgently beside him.
Apart from being a bit blind, Jiang Beiyu had gotten used to it.
"Dad, what's with the moodiness?" he said nonchalantly, picking up an orange from the table and peeling it in his hand, "Just pretend you didn't hear what I just said, I wasn't really cursing you."
Jiang Jinshen: "Oh, so I got cursed by my son and should take it as a joke."
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Director Jiang was mostly imposing, and when he didn't speak, he could send chills down one's spine. But at the same time, he was very interesting when interacting with his family.
After all, Director Jiang was a man who had figured out the secret to happiness in his youth.
Find someone you love to marry, have one or two children, don't have affairs, don't engage in one-night stands, and don't gamble.
As it turned out, Jiang Beiyu's father was one of the few men in the world capable of maintaining an excellent level of happiness.
