When Jiang Xiyao turned to see who it was, the man had already stood up, but Jiang Xiyao still saw his face.,"Mother, I'm a bit tired and want to take a nap. I'll talk to you both when father and brother return.",At eighteen, in my second year of high school, with poor grades and no connections at home, Jiang Jianshe's parents had long since arranged a marriage for him.。