Now in September, compared to the sweltering daytime, the evening temperature has dropped, with a slight cool breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers and grass and the scent of soil.
The light at the door illuminated the nearby area, and if there were any drawbacks, it would probably be that there were too many mosquitoes biting fiercely.
Uncle Tang, Butcher Zhang, and Mr. Qian were gathered around a small table playing "Fight the Landlord", with two coils of mosquito repellent burning nearby to ensure the game could proceed smoothly.
The group asked Jiang Ning why he came home so early, and Jiang Ning said he skipped class.
Butcher Zhang sneered, "Xiao Jiang, what school are you attending? Skipping class? My son never skipped class and later got into a prestigious university!"
"I'm not bragging, but if you were my son and dared to skip class, I'd string you up and beat you!"
Butcher Zhang took this opportunity to showcase his superb parenting skills.
