"Punishment? Dad, how do you plan to punish me?" Ning Chenyang looked up at Qin Jian, his big, dark eyes filled with worry.
"Go run laps on the playground," Qin Jian said, "for an hour without stopping!"
"Dad!" Ning Chenyang got anxious the moment he heard 'an hour.' "I'm not even six years old!"
"Not yet six?" Qin Jian raised an eyebrow, looking at the kid who was almost 1.4 meters tall and said, "But you're as tall as a seven-year-old. Your mom's been feeding you well all these years! With all that training, I don't think running for an hour is any problem for you."
"But... "
"That's an order, you must comply!" Qin Jian growled lowly.
"I'm not your soldier." Ning Chenyang had been running all day today, and he was already very tired; he didn't want to run another step.
"Do you want to be a soldier in the future or not?" Qin Jian scolded his son back, "This is your punishment for doing something wrong. It's to make you reflect! There's no room for negotiation!"
