Chapter 7: System?

The next day.

Qin Bei got out of bed.

He glanced at the empty room,

and couldn't help but wail inwardly.

When will I ever be able to spend the night at a club!

Lin Shu's current life is the life he dreams of.

He arrived at the door opposite his own, which was the entrance to Jiang Siyu's home.

Qin Bei gently knocked twice on the door.

With a creak, the door opened.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a Zhongshan suit opened the door.

He looked extremely refined.

"Uncle Jiang, good morning!"

Qin Bei flashed a brilliant smile.

Jiang Bufan, who was eating a steamed bun, saw this face of kidney-deficiency and seemed to recall something.

His face instantly darkened.

"You're here? Little Su,"

Jiang Bufan reluctantly led Qin Bei inside.

"Oh, Dad, what are you doing! Can't you be a bit more polite?"

Jiang Siyu, who was drinking soy milk by the dining table, rushed to Qin Bei's side like a mother hen protecting her chick.

"Ouch, my heart hurts!" Jiang Bufan exaggeratedly clutched his heart, then collapsed onto the sofa!

Qin Bei: "....."

"Don't mind him. Uncle Lin probably hasn't returned today either! Just come have breakfast with us."

As Jiang Siyu spoke, she pulled Qin Bei to the dining table.

The single word "also" summed up Qin Bei's bitterness.

"Uncle Jiang, aren't you going to eat a bit more? I suppose you wouldn't want to go to work on an empty stomach."

Qin Bei asked politely.