"Stinker, where do you think you're running to?"
Zheng Hongqi's footsteps ground to a halt, and then he took off running.
Zheng Wenjun chased after him, while his son ran ahead joyfully.
Just as he was about to escape and gain complete freedom, he slammed right into someone's arms.
"Ouch!"
Tang Jianbing collided with Zheng Hongqi, with Zheng Daqing standing beside them, eyes wide.
Zheng Wenjun took advantage of the situation to catch up and grabbed his eldest son's ear.
"What are you running for?"
Zheng Hongqi was utterly frustrated.
"Dad, what do you think?"
By the looks of his dad just now, one would think he was plotting to murder his own son.
Zheng Wenjun was even angrier, dragging his son back into the house, and with a kick to the back of Zheng Hongqi's knees, made him kneel with a thud.
Zheng Hongqi dared not resist, knowing this was inevitable.
Grandma watched them, sipping her tea with a cold laugh, "When I discipline you, you go and discipline your son, right?"
