Jiang Youzhi also laughed, turning his head to look at Mr. Jiang, "Grandfather, do you think that if Si Lang and Wulang go to Xiang City, I can still study in peace?"
Mr. Jiang was taken aback, glanced at Jiang Rong, and then at Jiang Hua, hesitantly replied, "Well, maybe, it's better to wait for a couple more years."
Once San Lang passes the imperial exam, he won't be able to make excuses anymore.
Madam Yang panicked, "Father, you can't be confused! Si Lang is your own grandson!" She emphasized the words "own grandson."
Jiang Youzhi's expression changed, he shouted, "I almost forgot, the Jiang Family's kindness in raising me was exchanged for a promissory note worth two hundred taels of silver."
"So, there's no need to mention any kindness in raising me anymore!"
Mr. Jiang stomped his foot, pointed at Madam Yang and cursed, "You fool, spouting nonsense!"
Jiang Youzhi sneered and turned away, saying to Lin Shuo, "Brother Lin, let's go!"
