On the way to get up, Qin Yichen was still complaining with grievances. "Mom, you remember to teach that little waste a lesson for me..."

Mrs. Qin replied softly: "Good, good."

I promised like this, but I didn't believe it in my heart. That straw bag would hurt my son.

In the end, I lightly chastised a sentence, "A dust, remember not to say that kind of silly words in the future, there must be someone else who started you..."

...

In the piano room, the crisp and wonderful piano sounds flowed out.

Then, at the end, as usual, "boom" was interrupted by a murmur.

Kimberly loosened his shoulders and...