Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Questioned by his son? Jiang Jinsang especially looked up detailed instructions, convinced his posture was correct.

”Your stance holding the target isn’t standard, so obviously, my kicking won’t be standard either.”

Jiang Jinsang smiled wryly, suspecting this rascal was already paving the way for himself if anything went wrong during the performance. If there were any accidents, it would be the fault of his sparring partner.

”Dad, could you be a bit more serious?”

Jiang Jinsang was at a loss. Just holding a target, how am I supposed to be serious?

Being your human target, and still getting criticized?

After finishing training with him, thinking he could finally rest, the little guy said he wanted to go for a ride on the uncle’s motorcycle. When he went out for a spin, Tang Wan never followed, which inevitably meant Jiang Jinsang had to run along.

Someday, he’d have to remove the motorcycle’s battery.

This further solidified Jiang Jinsang’s idea:

Have a daughter!

At least she wouldn’t be out riding a motorcycle all over the place.