53 cars!

The number was staggering!

The compensation amount was bound to be over a million!

A six-year-old unruly child has no civil liability and need not compensate.

Thus, all this money fell on the legal guardian, Zhang He!

「Meanwhile.」

In Building 10, Room 2801, Zhang He, his wife, and Bai Shuirong sat on the sofa. All of them had their heads bowed, and not a word was spoken. In front of them stood the six-year-old Zhang Linlin.

After the incident occurred, Zhang He had gone to the property management center to fetch him.

At this moment, Zhang Linlin still didn't admit his fault, pouting his lips, a defiant look on his face.

After Bai Shuirong came home, he had been clinging to her thighs. However, Bai Shuirong didn't hold him in her arms and comfort him as usual. Instead, she told him to stay further away.

Fifty-three cars, and caught red-handed... What am I going to do now... Her brows were tightly furrowed, her expression extremely grim.

That afternoon, she had been outside searching for a lawyer, looking for an opportunity to appeal. But the results were not ideal. All the reliable lawyers they found refused to take their car-scratching case.

And after returning home, she heard about the "brilliant achievement" her grandson had caused.

Fifty-three cars, all their paintwork scratched! And he was caught on the scene by a patrolling security guard!

With Qin Mu's previous case as a cautionary tale... she knew she could no longer protect her grandson. Nine cars alone meant 1.14 million in compensation. For fifty-three cars... the amount would be unimaginable! Given our current financial situation, we simply can't afford it!

"Let's sell the house."

After a long while, a silent Zhang He slowly lifted his head and gravely uttered these three words.

As he spoke, he glanced at his son sitting on the floor, his expression very complex. There was love and hate, guilt and regret. More than anything... there was exhaustion.

He no longer knew how to educate his son.

"Sell the house?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Shuirong and Zhang He's wife looked surprised. They couldn't help but ask, "If we sell the house, where will we live?"

This was their only house in Jin City.

Zhang He sighed deeply and slowly said, "Let's rent a place to live. I've asked the property management; the damage isn't too severe. A total of about one million should cover it."

"As for Linlin..." He paused for a moment. Then he looked at Bai Shuirong and said, "From now on, we'll handle his upbringing. Mom, please don't interfere anymore."

Bai Shuirong instinctively wanted to retort. But with this trouble having occurred, she was too embarrassed to argue.

She could only nod and say, "Then I'll go back to the countryside. You two live your lives well."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Linlin, who was sitting on the living room floor, suddenly cried out, "I don't want you to go, Grandma! I don't! I want to stay with Grandma..." He clung tightly to Bai Shuirong's thighs, relentlessly.

In his mind, Grandma had only been gone for half a day, and he'd already suffered a severe beating. If Grandma went to the countryside... his good days would probably be over.

However, no matter how he cried and screamed, Bai Shuirong didn't change her mind. She just turned her head away, pretending not to hear.

What my grandson did this time was truly too much. Fortunately, the property management discovered it in time. Otherwise... selling the house wouldn't even cover it! We might even end up with huge debts!

「Zizhou.」

At 11 PM, Qing Lan started her usual livestream, sat in front of the camera, and greeted her viewers.

"Guys, a day without seeing you feels like twenty-four hours. Did you miss me?"

The number of viewers in her livestream gradually increased as her followers, who received the notification of her going live, poured in.

The chat became more and more active.

"Is Sister Lan also getting into 'pointless truisms' now? The last time I heard that sentence was, well, the last time I heard it."

"Wow, did our host put on her winter clothes today? So conservative? Do you see us brothers like that?"

"I'll give you three minutes to change into something more revealing. We brothers aren't *those* kinds of people!"

"Don't feel so inferior, host. If you squeeze, there's still something there."

"..."

Seeing these familiar teasing comments, Qing Lan smiled. Her viewers... were never very serious.

"Today, we'll continue to play ranked matches and level up live!"

Afterward, she announced her livestream plan for the day to the camera.

This immediately brought merciless teasing from her viewers, who didn't really trust her skills.

She was about to retort when she saw a comment scroll across the screen.

"The Uploader posted a new video! This one is dedicated to dealing with bratty kids. Everybody go check it out!"

The moment this comment appeared, the number of viewers and the chat activity in her livestream visibly dropped. Clearly, most of her viewers had left the livestream to watch the video.

Dealing with bratty kids? She blinked, quite curious.

The thing about bratty kids... it's not necessarily a huge deal, but it's not insignificant either. Some bratty kids can seem cute, innocent, and carefree. But others... are the type that can truly infuriate people. And the crucial part is, there's really nothing you can do about such kids! Legally, they bear no civil liability. Under eight years old, even if they killed someone, they wouldn't bear criminal liability!

She often saw bratty kids around in her residential complex.

It wasn't long before she found Qin Mu's account and clicked on his latest video to play it for her livestream.

The video was titled: "Indulging a Child is Akin to Killing Them; Blind Doting Ultimately Harms Both Others and Oneself!"

The video began by recounting incidents from *his* way home: neighborhood bratty kids playing soccer and others randomly pressing all the elevator buttons.

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