In a low-luxury study in gray tones.

Nan Jinchuan sat on the leather office chair, staring blankly at the boy standing in front of the desk.

His face was pure and full of deceit, but the occasional cunning light in his eyes revealed his true emotions.

His tone was cold, "Why did you frame your cousin?"

Others may really think that this kid didn't do it on purpose, but he is clear in his heart, this is not an accident but a deliberately designed trap.

"Dad, what are you talking about, I don't understand, how could I frame my cousin?"

"Everything that happened today was really an accident. Why do you suspect me like this?"

"I... I was really careless. I'm not a bad boy... Dad, can you please stop doing this to me, I'm so scared."

Nan Zelin's nose was flushed, and the watery eyes were filled with mist, pitiful, and the choked voice was even more distressing.

Nan Jinchuan's expression didn't change, and he didn't feel distressed at all.

He stood up and walked over to the shelf, picking up a ruler from above.

He walked up to the little dumpling and stared at each other condescendingly.

Nan Jinchuan said slowly, "I have taught you a lot for your father, knowledge of various subjects, sports competition, financial stocks, jewelry appraisal..."

His eyes flickered suddenly, dark tides surged, and a strong sense of oppression came to his face.

"But my father never taught you to use sinister and filthy methods on your relatives."

He is not good at getting close to children, and he adopts the most severe education.

He may not be a good father, but he doesn't regret doing it.

He hopes that his children can stand above everyone in the future, not because power and money can make the Nan family icing on the cake.

Just because... this is a very realistic and cruel world, and sometimes only money and power can give a person dignity as a person!

"Your strength, your scheming, these are used to defeat your enemies, not to deal with close family members!"

Nan Jinchuan held the ruler, his expression was cold, and there was no warmth in his eyes.

Maybe his tone was too indifferent, not like what a father should do with his children, or maybe it was a word in these words that irritated Nan Zelin's sensitive nerves.

He pretended to be restrained, and his nature was exposed.

Raising his head, his eyes were filled with endless chills, like another Nan Jinchuan who had been reduced in size, "I did plot against her, so what?"

There was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, not afraid of the ruler in his hand.

"Dad, she's not our family, such a dirty person doesn't deserve it!"

The voice just fell.

The ruler in Nan Jinchuan's hand fell and mercilessly hit Nan Zelin's back.

The hands rose and fell without a pause.

The force of the beating was not small, and a shattering moan overflowed from the throat of the young Nan Zelin.

Holding the ruler, he said, "I'll give you one more chance for my father, and take this sentence back."

"Hehehe..."

Nan Zelin laughed frantically. Staring at the man in front of him, he was not afraid of provocation, "Dad, you taught me that it is hard to hold back, so it's the same when you say it."

He has already said it, how can he take it back, not to mention that he doesn't want to take it at all.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

...

The ruler kept falling, and the sound was particularly harsh in the quiet study.

After five hits, Nan Jinchuan stopped and threw the ruler on the desk, "I hope this kind of thing won't happen again in the future."

He took out a tissue and wiped his hands slowly.