Mrs. Jiang chose this moment to play the good cop. She patted Mr. Jiang's back. "There, there. We got the report letter back, didn't we?"
"Tianming, you need to tone it down from now on. You're a grown man. Stop playing around."
"The Jiang Family's business will be yours one day..."
"How much longer can your father and I keep this up? We're so much older than you; we won't be with you forever. You have to take over the company—for yourself and for your brother. Do you understand?"
Normally, Jiang Tianming would have talked back if his mother said something like that. But today, he knew he was in the wrong, so he kept his mouth shut. After getting a lecture at the villa, he grabbed the report letter, then sped off toward the school in his car.
'Jiang Qiuqiu?'
'Damn it. Was that really her Yang Fei saw yesterday?'
'Fuck, this woman is like a ghost you can't shake. And now she's writing report letters?'
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The history between Jiang Tianming and Jiang Qiuqiu went back a long way.
