"You still dislike me..." Song Shaoyan felt aggrieved, "It's been a long night, alone and unable to sleep, how can I bear it?"

"I can't bear it."

"You are cruel."

"..."

Song Shaoyan bargained with Ning An for a long time, but Ning An hung up the phone directly.

There is no need to discuss this matter.

Song Shaoyan had no choice but to give up.

He went to the study room to take a look at Xiao Senbao, who happened to be stacking blocks. When he heard the door, he immediately hid the blocks again and "seriously" read the book in front of him.

Song Shaoyan was very pleased: "What book are you reading?"

Take a closer look, fuck!

All the books have been taken down???

Song Shaoyan took his book and threw it on the ground: "Song Beisen! Are you really so ignorant of repentance?"

"Hmm."

Song Shaoyan opened his drawer. There were a lot of gadgets in the drawer, such as building blocks, small airplanes, and excavators. They were all toys that boys liked to play with. He hid them all in his small study room.

Song Shaoyan was furious: "Why did you hide these toys in the study? Did you come to the study to read and study or to play?!"

"Crackling", Song Shaoyan threw all these toys on the ground, his face was ashen.

He always spoke up for this little kid, but today he was so angry that he felt tight in his chest and short of breath.

Xiao Senbao lowered his head and said nothing.

"You are really rebellious. How could I give birth to a son like you?!" Song Shaoyan gave him a lesson, "I think you haven't suffered enough today, so okay, continue tomorrow and kneel down in the ancestral hall for me tomorrow!"

"Don't think I'm a cruel father. I've been too spoiled to you before. If I let you continue like this, I don't know what will happen to you!"

He felt that Ning An was right. If this guy became a prodigal, the Song Group he had worked so hard for would be defeated by him.

He has heard many examples over the years, including many rich second generations who have lost all their family property.

He has a sense of crisis.

How old is this little thing? He is so rebellious!

"Huh." Xiao Senbao didn't say anything and just snorted.

"I'm just asking you, are you convinced? If not, I will beat you until you are convinced."

"Hmph." Xiao Senbao still hummed, "Aside from beating people, do you and Mom also do sex stuff?"

"I won't even give you food!"

"You four are violating the law by abusing babies."

"Tsk, you still know that it's illegal?"

"Senbao is going to find the police uncle."

"Tsk, tsk, you are really promising." Song Shaoyan was quite impressed with him. He was young and always talked in one way, "I don't think you can walk out of the house! There is no need to discuss it. Kneel down in the ancestral hall for me tomorrow.

go!"

"You are not a good person."

"Well, I'm not a good person, so I don't need you to give me a good person card. If you want to eat without kneeling in the ancestral hall, just give me an apology. Mom, do you understand me? And promise not to be naughty again."

"You all don't like Senbao."

"We don't like you if you are naughty."

"Children are naturally naughty." Senbao was not convinced.

"Are you still reasonable? Is that what you call ordinary naughtiness? What you call naughty! Do you understand being naughty?!"

"Senbao doesn't like to hear your reasoning."

"..."

Song Shaoyan held his clothes and asked him to stand facing the wall, with a gloomy expression on his face: "You don't like to listen to my reasoning, do you? Then face the wall and reflect!"

Xiao Senbao faced the blank wall of the study room, his nose leaning against the cold wall, feeling aggrieved.
Chapter completed!