Hearing this, Jiang Zhengguo let out a low sigh, his mood not high.
Seeing him like this, everyone looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what had happened.
"Uncle, what's wrong? Why do you look so heavy-hearted? Shouldn't being elected mayor be a happy occasion?"
Jiang Yan: "That's right, Uncle. Being re-elected as mayor should be something to be happy about. Why do you look like this? You're surely just trying to scare us, right?"
Jiang Shihan: "Dad, on this day worth celebrating, don't look so troubled. We've specially made a lot of your favorite dishes. Let's eat first!"
"Yes, let's eat first. Whatever it is, we can talk about it after the meal," Jiang Zhenghai, who was standing by the side, also chimed in.
Jiang Shihan stepped forward, and together with Jiang Yue, each took one of his arms, intending to lead him to the dining table.
