That evening, Tang Yunxian was staying the night at the hospital. When Tang Wan got home, Jiangjiang was lying on the coffee table, copying ancient poems, while Jiang Jinsang sat beside him, watching intently.
"Have you had dinner?" Jiang Jinsang stood up.
"Hi, sister!" Jiangjiang was excited and just about to drop his pen and rush into Tang Wan's arms when Jiang Jinsang grabbed his collar. "Finish the ancient poem first. You still have twenty math problems to do. You can play after that."
Jiangjiang, no matter how much he flailed his little arms, couldn't struggle free and could only hang his head and continue his homework.
The Tang Family didn't have young children, and it was rarely this lively. She chuckled softly and switched to slippers in the entryway. "I've already eaten at the hospital, Xiaowu—"