Jiang Yanting sneered, "I'm here now, aren't I? So can you tell me what exactly happened?"
"I saw..." Jiangjiang looked towards Jiang Jinsang.
But he walked straight over, holding his little slippers in his hand, "Put on your shoes first, aren't your feet cold?"
When Jiangjiang was little, everyone in the Jiang Family had taken care of him, changed his diapers, so Jiang Jinsang directly bent down, grasped his little foot, and slipped the slippers on.
His fingers were very cold, and as soon as they touched him, Jiangjiang shuddered.
"My hands are a bit cold, brother, maybe you should help him instead," Jiang Jinsang said.
"Cold hands?" Jiang Yanting raised an eyebrow, "Feeling unwell again?"
"I took medicine, it's nothing serious now."
"That's good."
Jiang Yanting held the little slippers, a fox design with two little ears on top, which he idly flicked.
"He slept with sister, dad, she's your woman—" Jiangjiang accused.
