My magic stick is going to heaven!

Pushing the push chair into the living room, Wen Qiubai's little hand on the side of the chair gripped the handle of the chair more and more, as if everything in this place was so familiar, his home, his father, his mother, and so on. There was… himself.

The eyes meet, what a strange thing this is, looking at myself, seeing another person in my body.

Relatively speaking, Wen Qiubai was relatively calm, while the person who panicked in an instant was crying violently.

"Daddy I don't like them! Get them out! Daddy!"

"Don't make trouble! Steward, take the young master upstairs."

Wen Hong sullenly called the housekeeper over, and took away the crying child, while he smiled at Shang Yanzhou in embarrassment:

"I made my nephew laugh. The child is too noisy now, and he doesn't like to see strangers."

Shang Yanzhou nodded, expressing that he didn't mind, and when he sat down, he asked naturally:

"Children have the same temperament, but Uncle Wen said that he is too noisy now. Hasn't he been so noisy before?"

"Ugh"

Wen Hong sighed, a little helpless:

"Yeah, Xiaobai was really good in the past. He was very polite in his dealings with others. Every time he saw the neighbors next door, he would warmly applaud him. His academic performance was also praised by the teacher. But ah, this kid had an accident before. Afterwards, my temperament completely changed."

Shang Yanzhou suddenly realized, and then comforted:

"But the child was frightened, maybe it will be fine after a while."

"Yeah, I think so too, but his mother is worried. During this period of time, he has contacted many doctors, and they all said that there is nothing wrong with his health."

At this point, Wen Hong paused for a moment and then smiled:

"Oh, let's not talk about this, little nephew, come here, yes, what's the matter?"

Shang Yanzhou waved his hand:

"It's not urgent, but you just said that something happened to your child? What is it? Actually, I have a case in my hand recently, which may have something to do with Lingzi, so I want to know more about it."

"case?"

Wen Hong frowned instantly: "What case?"

Shang Yanzhou raised his head and looked at Wen Changlang. After pausing for half a second, he turned his eyes back without any trace. Then, he solemnly and seriously portrayed the case of Xiaobai's abuse as a domestic abuse case with great influence. The children's case, among other things, also included school violence.

In short, that miserable child is the pitiful Xiaobai who is sitting on the push chair at the moment, dying.

After listening, Wen Hong's face froze for a while, and then slowly shifted his gaze to the child sitting on the push chair, his eyes were red, but his face was tense, very stubborn.

He immediately thought of what all these relationships are:

"You mean, Xiaobai injured... this kid in school? But just now..."

"Uncle Wen wanted to say why they didn't say it just now, right?"

Shang Yanzhou shook his head with a broken smile, with a helpless tone:

"Uncle Wen, you also know that with your child's temper, not everyone dares to say it. This time it also involves school violence, which has a greater impact, so I came to find out in person."

Wen Hong didn't answer the words, but put his hands on his thighs, and kept tapping his fingers up and down in a very rhythmic manner.

After a long time, he came back from his thoughts, and he had a dignified expression:

"Nephew Shang, the child is naughty, and I really neglected to discipline him, but I don't believe what you said, so how about it, I'll call Xiaobai down, and I'll ask myself, how is it?"

Shang Yanzhou pursed his lips: "This is the best."