Jiang Chengsi finished "fixing" Qi Zeyan, and on his way back to the old house, he took a detour to a toy store.
Many toys had clear age suggestions, and that little ancestor in the Jiang Family couldn't play with them at all, so he bought a few for Jiangjiang and Taotao.
"Sir, this is the latest model in our store, and it's imported," the shop assistant eagerly promoted.
Jiang Chengsi wasn't picky about whether it was an international or domestic brand; he just picked what he liked.
With a wave of his hand, he bought a bunch.
While driving to the old house, he caught a glimpse of the crooked tree in the yard and frowned slightly.
This tree is growing more and more crooked, soon it would be reaching the sky, and Jiang Xiaowu isn't even taking care of it.
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It's already winter, the cold wind is chilly outside, sparrows perch on branches, while indoors, with the heating on, it's exceptionally lively and festive.
