Xue Zijin glanced around with his watery eyes, and immediately broke off a thorn stick as big as a child's arm on the side of the road and handed it over.

"Grandpa, please give me a beating! But my mother's body is weak and my skin is strong. You can just beat me alone."

"No……"

Seeing that his daughter had found such a thick thorn stick for his father, he stopped crying and hurriedly protected his daughter behind him.

"Father, please hit me! I am unfilial and stupid. I should be punished."

"You deserve to be punished."

Wang Boliang raised the wattle stick in his hand, but in the end he was reluctant to pull it out.

snort!

He suspected that this damn girl had made such a thick thorn stick just to make it difficult for him to do it.

Think about this.

Only then did the old man look directly at the little girl behind his daughter.

Seeing this, he frowned unconsciously.

Ming Ming, who is almost fourteen years old, is actually not as skinny as Ming Tang, who is twelve years old.
Chapter completed!