Chapter 610
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He was as scared as a little quail.
His little chubby body shrank into a ball on the chair. His little hand trembled as he held the pen. He shrank his head and wrote his essay in fear.
Jian Yi didn't say anything. He just watched silently with a cold face. He was like a cold killer who had his eyes on his prey. He had a strong presence.
Zhang Yiming was scared to death.
He even thought that it was a good thing that Uncle Jian wasn't his father. If Uncle Jian was his father, he wouldn't have lived for more than a day. He would have been scared to death by Uncle Jian as soon as he was born.
Now, Zhang Yiming didn't dare to write about his beautiful little sister Li Li anymore.
He was mainly afraid that he would be beaten to death by Jian Yi on the spot.
Zhang Yiming had seen Jian Yi and Xi Yan fight many times before.
It was completely different from when his father, Zhang Dazhuang, beat him.
When his father beat him, it was obvious from his face that his father was angry.
In short, he would say a lot of things.
However, other than his father's strength, which made it a little painful, he wasn't scary at all.
On the other hand, Zhang Yiming was well taken care of. He was strong and sturdy, so he was not afraid of being beaten by Zhang Dazhuang at all. Even when his father beat him, he would cry and shout back.
But Uncle Jian wouldn't.
Zhang Yiming saw it very clearly. When Uncle Jian hit Xiyan's younger brother, he didn't speak. He didn't say a word. His face didn't look like his father who would get angry, angry, or fierce.
From beginning to end, Uncle Jian was expressionless.
But it was super scary to watch.
Therefore, Zhang Yiming still felt that Xi Yan was adopted by his father.
Otherwise, how could a cute little brother like Xi Yan have such a scary father?
Uncle Jian couldn't have beaten his own son to death and then adopted Xi Yan's little brother, right?
Zhang Yiming's mind began to wander, but he didn't continue to think further.
He felt a familiar cold and indifferent gaze fall on him.
Zhang Yiming: "!!!"
He turned his head stiffly, and sure enough, he met Jian Yi's indifferent and calm eyes and that terrifying expressionless face.
Before Jian Yi could ask him what was wrong, he said, "What's wrong?
Zhang Yiming was so scared that he almost cried.
He put down his pen and hugged his head, trembling. His voice, which had always been loud and boisterous, was now clearly trembling.
"Uncle, Uncle Jian, I didn't do it on purpose. I really didn't. I'll write it right now. I'll write it right now. Don't hit me, okay?"
Jian Yi: "…"
Jian Chenglang: "…"
What's wrong with this child?
Jian Yi didn't ask why Zhang Yiming thought of him that way, nor did she want to explore Zhang Yiming's inner thoughts. She looked at the essay in front of her, which only had a few sentences. It was still concise and comprehensive.
"Hurry up and write."
Therefore, in Zhang Yiming's opinion, Jian Yi meant that as long as he wrote the essay, he wouldn't hit him.
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