In a luxurious villa.
Qian Xiaojia was kneeling in front of the ancestral shrine, earnestly reciting from a primer, the Three Character Classic, which he held in his hands.
This was the punishment Qian Feng had imposed on him after the last time he had offended Chen Nan.
He had to stay at home and recite the entire Three Character Classic before he could go out.
"How's the recitation going?"
Qian Feng walked in expressionlessly, holding a rattan switch as thick as his little finger.
Seeing his father, Qian Xiaojia's neck subconsciously shrank twice, and he said nervously, "Dad, can you punish me in some other way? I... I'm really not cut out for studying."
A look of disappointment appeared in Qian Feng's eyes, like he was frustrated with his son's stubbornness, "It seems you still haven't understood where you went wrong, you little rascal!" As he spoke, he raised the rattan switch, ready to strike.
But at that moment.
His phone suddenly rang, interrupting his next blow.
