"Little brat! Why are you back?" Jiang's father dropped the seedlings in his hands and hurried ashore.
Jiang Siming smiled and said, "I'm just back for the holidays to see you guys, Dad. Get in the car, I'll take you for a ride!"
"Did you buy this car?" Jiang's father was shocked.
"That's right!"
"You better be honest with me, don't try to fool me," Jiang's father said skeptically.
Jiang Siming chuckled, "Dad, trust me, have I ever lied to you since I was little?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang's father realized that Jiang Siming had never lied to them before, so his son probably wouldn't make up such a big thing.
"Are you making money? Did you sell a few houses?" Jiang's father's face lit up with joy.
"I didn't sell any houses. I'm doing something else now. I'll tell you the details when we get home tonight. It's too troublesome to explain one by one here. Get in the car, Dad," Jiang Siming said.