Chapter 960
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Uh …
[Good boy, that's a plastic bag for storing things.]
It's just that the things it stores are different.
[Used to tie hair.]
[F * ck, god above, how do you tie hair with this?]
[It's just a parachute, the kind that protects the lower part.]
[666, amazing!]
[Balloons that can hold water.]
This was definitely something that many children had played with before. However, in the end, they would definitely be beaten up by their parents until their own mother couldn't recognize them.
At this moment, the livestream froze.
The entire Zichen Mountain villa was disconnected from the internet.
Yes, it was the man-made kind!
This started five minutes ago. Because five minutes ago, the Mo family's young master, who was far away in Jin City, received a video share from a bad friend.
When he saw that his son was tricked by the netizen to take that familiar little box, he instantly felt unwell. His face was terrifyingly dark, and he started to call his son.
However, he didn't know if that kid did it on purpose or not, but he didn't wear his phone watch on him. No one picked up the call.
The livestream continued, and it seemed to be getting more and more out of control.
Mo Boyuan could only call Uncle Mu and ask him to cut off the internet.
Otherwise, who knew what other stupid things that stupid brat would do that would blind his own father's eyes?
"Uncle Mu, send that brat to the old mansion!" Otherwise, he would be left alone at home to do all kinds of evil.
Jiang Tingxu didn't know why the man suddenly gritted his teeth and asked Uncle Mu to send his son to the old mansion. He didn't go online either, so it was a message delay.
"What's wrong?" He looked up and asked.
"Your son did something stupid again, and he did it on a livestream."
Uh?
After that, the man shared the videos that his bad friends sent to his wife on WeChat.
Jiang Tingxu watched them one by one, and his entire face was very stiff.
After a while, he said,
"Go ahead and beat him up. I definitely won't stop you this time!"
The brat had to be beaten up!
He couldn't be spoiled.
Since his wife had spoken, the man immediately responded,
"I'll beat him up when we get back."
He had to give him a good beating, or he wouldn't learn his lesson.
Jiang Tingxu took a few deep breaths.
"When did you put that on the bedside table?" He asked.
Can't you move your hands a little more and put that thing in the drawer?
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