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Qiao'er seemed to hear the seriousness in Li Qinzai's words, so she faced Li Qinzai and bowed awkwardly.

"Qiao'er will keep this in mind and thank you father for your teachings." His little face tightened, as if he was performing some mysterious ritual, and his expression became sacred.

Li Qinzai asked curiously: "Do you understand everything?"

Qiao'er's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of helplessness and fear, and then her mouth tightened and she wanted to cry, but she tried her best to hold it back.

"Qiao'er just remembered my father's teachings, but Qiao'er doesn't understand..." Qiao'er said aggrievedly.

Li Qinzai laughed and rubbed his head.

What can a child under five years old understand?

In his previous life, when Li Qinzai was five years old, if someone told him these big principles that he didn't understand, he would take off his pants on the spot and soak in the urine of a boy and then fight him. He was so unruly, otherwise what's the use of this iron rod?

Compared to the heart-wrenchingly sensible Qiao'er in front of him, Li Qinzai couldn't help but feel that he had spent his entire life in a dog's belly.

"Qiao'er..."

"In."

Li Qinzai sighed helplessly: "Can you please stop being so sensible? It's very difficult for me to deal with you like this."

Qiao'er looked confused and confused.

Li Qinzai said depressedly: "I have no dignity at all, so can't you just act like a normal little bastard and cause trouble all over the world, and then be beaten up by me?"

Qiao'er still said in confusion: "Father, Qiao'er doesn't understand..."

Li Qinzai pointed to the top of his head and said: "What is above our heads?"

Qiao'er looked up and said, "There are beams."

"Where are they on the rafters?"

"There are roof tiles."
Chapter completed!