Ning Qing saw the little brat slowly moving away from her, getting further and further away. She raised an eyebrow. The little brat was asking for a beating again. How dare he dislike his father? As the saying goes, a son doesn't dislike his father for being ugly. He needs to be taught a lesson.
Ning Qing glanced at Fang Qingyang and then at Shen Bei sitting next to him.
He thought to himself: There are other people here, so it's not appropriate to discipline the kid. I need to save face for him and not hurt his self-esteem.
Ning Qing stood up and said to Fang Qingyang, "Come with me, I need to talk to you about something."
After saying that, he slowly walked towards the door.
Fang Qingyang looked at Ning Qing's departing figure, wondering what this annoying ghost wanted from him.
Standing up, filled with doubt, he followed Ning Qing to the door of the next room.
Ning Qing opened the door and went inside, and Fang Qingyang followed without thinking.
Ning Qing saw the little brat step into the room.
With a "bang," the door slammed shut with ghostly power.
Quickly grab the little brat's hand and press it against the door, pinning him against the door. Pinch his cheek with one hand and use your two long legs to firmly hold down his legs, making him unable to move.
Caught off guard, Fang Qingyang was pinned against the door. The hand pinching his face hurt, and his anger flared instantly. His face darkened, and he roared, "You devil, what do you want? Let go of your father right now!"
Ning Qing didn't get angry but laughed instead. "Me? I really need to be taught a lesson."
He gently patted Fang Qingyang's face and said slowly, "Call me Dad, and I'll let you go."
Fang Qingyang glared angrily at Ning Qing, "Don't even think about it, you must be dreaming."
Ning Qing pinched the little flesh on his cheek and pulled it outwards hard.
Fang Qingyang hissed, gritted his teeth, and had only one thought in his mind: he must thoroughly humiliate this ghost and let him see how powerful he was.
Ning Qing released his chubby cheeks and pinched his chin, lifting it slightly.
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Will you call me Dad? Hmm..."
Fang Qingyang was furious. What was wrong with this ghost? Why did it insist on calling him "Dad"? Was it so desperate to be someone else's father that it went crazy?
"Pah, if you called me 'Dad,' I might reluctantly respond."
Ning Qing really wanted to strangle him.
Ning Qing: This kid is no good, can we just beat him to death?
System: Please show mercy, host. We are here on a protection mission, not an assassination mission.
Ning Qing: What would happen if this mission failed?
The system trembled in the space.
System: It will be very troublesome. If a task fails even once, all tasks will have to be restarted.
The system silently prayed that its host would believe its words.
Ning Qing wondered to herself if she could see that brat Su Xia again if she could do the quest again.
Seeing this wretched thing makes me miss my well-behaved and obedient little brat.
The system was startled when it heard the host's thoughts.
He quickly advised: "Host, no matter how many times you replay the mission, you can't escape the missions in this world."
Ning Qing: Uh... I think so.
Ning Qing was agitated. She couldn't kill him, but if he lost his hands and feet and was paralyzed for the rest of his life, that would be enough to complete her mission.
The system broke out in a cold sweat, its voice trembling slightly, and said, "Host, please stop your dangerous thoughts. Our mission is to protect the target. Just do your job well."
Ning Qing: Little cat, what's wrong with your voice?
System: The system is in good health. Please release the mission target.
Ning Qing: What if I don't let go?
System: Then I'll warm the bed for the host.
Ning Qing: ...You're ruthless.
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