"I know," Ning Chenyang nodded.
"If you know, are you planning to keep stealing like this...?" Qin Jian realized he might have underestimated his son a little.
"Don't use the word 'steal'... It sounds too bad," Ning Chenyang mumbled.
"Then tell me what you're thinking," Qin Jian pursued, inquiring about his son's intentions.
"I... I just want to assemble a gun of my own! Didn't our compound's library have an old rifle before? It hasn't been used for a long time..."
"So you're targeting that gun?"
"Yes!"
"I can tell you very responsibly that even if you take those parts, you won't be able to assemble that gun! That gun is completely broken! Its existence is purely symbolic! Do you understand?"
"Understood," Ning Chenyang nodded dejectedly.
His father's words shattered all his fantasies, leaving him a bit frustrated for a while.
