Qin Yin: "…Then what do you want to learn?"
"I don't know." Nianzhi shook his head and reached out to grab the second chicken leg.
Qin Yin angrily took the plate away, "You're not allowed to eat anymore. You've been at school for over a month. Don't tell me you haven't learned anything."
Nianzhi blinked and asked, testing the waters, "Mommy, what if it's true? What would you do to me?"
Qin Yin clenched her hand, and Nianzhi hurriedly slid off the chair.
Qin Yin grabbed him, "Where do you think you're running off to?"
"Spare me, Mommy." Nianzhi shouted as he pretended to cry.
Qin Yin held him in her arms and smacked his bare bottom a few times. He cried out, "Murdering your own son, murdering your own son…"
Ever since Nianzhi started talking more and doing more things, Qin Yin felt like her life was in utter chaos, and most importantly, she couldn't keep up with this little rascal's thought process.
