Located in the Jiang Garden halfway up the mountainside, Jiang Xueru, who was dressed in white clothes and white pants, was practicing sword with a sword in his hand, and his moves were rigorous and serious.

"Master, it's time, it's time to rest!"

"Oh!" Jiang Xueru put down his sword, took the towel from the butler's hand, wiped his sweat, and then left the garden along the cobblestone path and returned to the living room.

In the living room, Jiang Tai, dressed in home clothes, was casually flipping through the day's newspaper.

This time of day in the morning is the quietest and quietest time in the Jiang Mansion, and even the footsteps of the servants are so light that they can hardly be heard.

Coming down the stairs, Jiang Chen slowed down with some hesitation. After a night of deliberation, he had hatched in his mind a set of words that would be very favorable to him, but when he saw his father's cold eyes, his faith began to waver again.

"Daddy, Mommy, are you all reading the newspaper?" Jiang Chen cautiously broke the silence of the room and sat down beside his mother, "Mommy, is there any special news?" ”

"It's nothing special, but Ah Feng's exposure rate is very high these days, sometimes I really don't understand Ah Feng, why does he always have scandals from the United States to Hong Kong?"

"Ah Feng has a woman's fate!" Jiang Chen was a little absent-minded.

"Ah Chen, do you have something on your mind?" Jiang Tai finally discovered Jiang Chen's absent-mindedness.

"Mommy, I think..."Jiang Chen was about to speak, but was disturbed by Liu's mother, who came to greet and dine, so he had to shut up.

"Where's the second young master?" Mrs. Jiang asked casually.

"The second young master is still upstairs!"

"Why don't you call the second young master down for dinner?"

"Ma'am!" Liu's mother was a little embarrassed, "Ershao is still sleeping!" We can't wake him up! ”

"When is it and still sleeping?"

"Madam, the kitchen has prepared another breakfast for the second young man!"

"Oh, that's fine!" Mrs. Jiang was a little disappointed, she especially liked the satisfaction of the whole family getting together for dinner, but this Ah Feng always seemed to be not so cooperative.

Drinking the cereal porridge in the bowl, Jiang Chen's mind quickly filtered his father's day's itinerary, usually Jiang Xueru got up at half past five in the morning, and after washing, he went to the garden to run or practice swordsmanship for a while, at seven o'clock he would go back to the living room on time to see the newspaper and eat breakfast, and at eight o'clock the driver Lao Wu drove him to the company to start the day's trip, frequent socializing made him rarely have the opportunity to go home for lunch or dinner, and the morning was the only time for the family to have the opportunity to sit together and talk about things.

Jiang Chen secretly discussed the possible situation over and over again in his heart, and the mood of suffering from gains and losses made him dare not speak rashly.

Just as he hesitated, Jiang Xueru had already put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his hands with a paper towel and wanted to get up and leave.