"Old Qin, are you really going to punish your son?" Liu Jing walked out of the room with a teacup in hand, saw the straight little figure on the playground, and laughed, "He's still a kid, just curious for a moment. Why bother punishing him like this? Look at the blazing sun, aren't you afraid he'll get heatstroke?"
Qin Jian's lips twitched slightly, "This kid is too audacious! I've been away from home for years, his mother doesn't impose much discipline, and he's becoming more reckless! Remember what I told you last time? He even drove Wang Zhong's car right out of the compound. How dangerous is that?"
"Hahaha! Your son is quite a talent!" Liu Jing laughed heartily, "Actually, I'm at fault too for not keeping a better eye on the kid. Just let it go! After all, he's not a soldier, a symbolic punishment is enough. No need to be so hard on him!"
Qin Jian smiled, "That kid is stubborn. Look at all those little movements! I bet he's brooding inside, thinking about how to defy me!"
