Just like that.
It went on for a good ten minutes.
The brat's mom finally rubbed her sore wrist and stopped.
She's somewhat lenient; she started with a wooden stick, but switched to her hand later.
After all, he is her flesh and blood.
If she really hurt him, she'd feel distressed too.
At this moment, the brat's butt was redder than a monkey's, visibly swollen.
Seeing the familiar scene from childhood memories, Ning An sighed softly.
The livestream viewers were excited.
"Oh wow, is Brother Sect Leader about to step in to stop this?"
However.
Ning An returned to the bedroom and took out a bottle of iodine, handing it to the mother in the red dress.
"Put some of this on him, disinfect it. After all, the wooden stick wasn't clean."
The viewers on the livestream smiled with satisfaction.
"Don't say it, Little Daoist is really kind-hearted, perceptive. I want to have his monkey babies!"
The mother in the red dress took the iodine and thanked Ning An.
