Huh? Little Zeng Qi hadn’t expected his parents to react so strongly.

"If you don't agree, I won't be a good boy!" Little Zeng Qi said stubbornly with a turn of his head.

"Mom and Dad weren't scared to death. You can't threaten us." Zeng Mishan's eyes were wide open. He felt that it was time to show that a strict father produces a filial son. The bramble left by the child's grandfather had been waiting for him to unseal it.

"Then let's talk about the conditions. As long as you agree, I can do anything you arrange." The unwilling little guy said the conditions that made the couple excited.

If you have never experienced the hardship of raising a child, you will never know how tempting it is for parents when a child says this.

"Little rascal, can mommy believe what you say?" Zeng Mishan's daughter-in-law asked tentatively.

"You can give it a try for... a week! If I do it, you can transfer me to another school. If I can't, just ignore me."

After listening to this, Lao Zeng made a quick decision and said, "No problem. You'll listen to everything we say this week, right?"

"Yes!" Xiao Zengqi nodded heavily.

"Okay, Dad's first request is that we don't transfer schools."

Hmm? Little Zengqi was filled with questions. He felt his father was being unkind and clearly trying to piss him off.

“Ah…ah…ah…” Little Zeng Qi was not willing to be outdone. He imitated a groundhog and launched a sound attack on his old father, sounding very fierce and ferocious.

She makes noises when she's eating, when she's answering the phone, when she's sleeping. She's the type that's hard to coax.

"Unfilial son! I'm going to beat the shit out of him." Zeng Mishan was furious when he was woken up at three in the morning. He had an emergency meeting this morning.

In the end, it was his wife who stopped him, blaming him for teasing her son first. If his mother hadn't intervened, little Zeng Qi would have received the beating he deserved at his age.

"Alright, alright, stop yelling. Listen to mom and go to bed right now. The bet officially begins."

At the critical moment, it was Zeng Qi's biological mother who spoke up, because she also had a meeting the next day, and it would take at least an hour to discipline the child in the middle of the night.

This will seriously affect your mood at work.

"Then I'll go to bed!" Little Zengqi showed a smile of success.

The next morning.

The couple gave the order that from now on, Zengqi had to dress himself and put on his shoes, wash the dishes after meals, and also participate in the house cleaning.

"Yes!" The child accepted it happily.

"No sweets at night!"

"Um!"

“Don’t watch cartoons too late!”

"Um!"

"You must go to bed before ten o'clock!"

"Um!"

"Wipe the stinky shit yourself!"

"Um!"

"You can't chatter loudly while eating!"

"Um!"

"Don't make noises in the middle of the night!"

"Um!"

"Don't wet the bed!" Zeng Mishan said angrily.

Hmm? Little Zeng Qi was puzzled, his face pale. It seemed like this was too difficult.

He first looked at his penis, then gritted his teeth and ran into the kitchen with a sad face.

"Daddy, I can't stop wetting the bed. Please help me cut it off!" Little Zeng Qi ran back and handed the knife to his old father, then skillfully took off his pants.

The couple looked at each other in shock. Zeng Mishan quickly threw away the knife. His wife skillfully fastened her son's pants and scolded her husband:

"You're crazy! It's the child's fault if he wets the bed. Didn't you wet the bed when you were a kid?"

Zeng Mishan scratched his head awkwardly and muttered, "He's six years old and still wets the bed. That's outrageous!"

"Your mother said you're still wetting the bed at the age of ten. The knife is in your hand. Come on, come on, you're the one who will wipe out the Zeng family."

"Hehe... Okay, okay, look at what you said, then... then the bed-wetting incident will be cancelled. I'm really impressed by you two." Lao Zeng exited the live broadcast room while cursing.