But your father and I, an old cow, have to plow the fields every day and pull carts for you to eat, drink and have fun..."
"Dad, isn't there a saying that people in the past planted trees and people in the future can enjoy the shade?..." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Qin Ye felt regretful and wanted to bite off his tongue.
Sure enough, the flames from his father were like real fire with five flavors, spraying on him like water.
"You unmotivated bastard! Although the Qin family has made some achievements, you can't show some manliness and carry forward your father's career. You will only enjoy and squander. You don't even know where your company is.
You don’t even know... Today I will let you have a long memory and remember all the things you should remember..."
Qin Ye's eyes quickly darted a few times, and he suddenly felt that these words made sense.
Sure enough, Qin Jingtian turned his head and looked at Qin Yan, and said rigorously: "Ayan, go get the ancestral heavy whip from the study!"
What? You actually want to use family law?
Dad, you don’t have to be so cruel? I’m your biological son!
That whip is said to have been handed down from the Qing Dynasty and is said to be extremely tough.
If you hit it on your body, brilliant red flowers will bloom!
Qin Yan glanced at her younger brother, hesitated, and did not move.
After a while, he came out of the study with a whip that was more terrifying than a poisonous snake.
Qin Jingtian took the whip in his hand, blew on it gently, and said calmly: "This whip has been sleeping for so long. If you don't help it move its muscles and bones, I'm afraid it will become paralyzed by sleep... Ah Ye."
, I can only embarrass you today and hope you can contribute your butt..."
Qin Ye looked at the heavy whip in his father's hand, and cold sweat fell drop by drop like rain from the eaves.
He swallowed his saliva and looked panicked, but still looked like a boiled dog head, saying: "Father, lynching is against the law! ... You have to think carefully."
"It is said that a filial son is born under the stick. I was too soft-hearted in the past, so I raised an unfilial son like you. Today I am going to let this whip start the killing spree!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and the whip flew out into the air.
Qin Yan immediately closed her eyes and prayed silently, hoping that Qin Ye could hide away like Sun Wukong.
"Pa." A muffled sound echoed in the spacious hall.