"Just like that!" Jiangjiang laughed, revealing his small canines, cute and well-behaved.
Jiangjiang wasn't picky about where he slept, the so-called insomnia was merely to suck up to his good-for-nothing dad. He'd stabbed him figuratively at lunch with an insult, and his dad immediately retaliated with a glass of carrot juice. He knew his place; after all, you can't keep poking a tiger's rear.
Moreover, he needed to maintain an image of being well-behaved and sensible in front of his mom.
"You can't sleep without me?" Jiang Yanting said with a light sneer, well aware of his son's true character.
In the past, after running wild with Qi Zeyan or Jiang Chengsi, the moment he took him home, he'd cry and wail, even calling him a devil. And now he's saying he can't be without him?
He must be joking!
"Yes!" Jiangjiang smiled ingratiatingly.
"Since you think you can't sleep without me, then I'll stay tonight and sleep with you."
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