Betty yawned and stared blankly at her little brother acting wildly.
Lin Qianqian hugged her and reached out to touch Colin's head: "Let's talk about it after we go home? We're here to watch the racing tonight, so don't make any trouble."
"You don't love me anymore, Mommy, you don't love me either." Colin's eyes were red and he continued to make trouble.
Yan Mubei picked him up, put him on the front of the car and sat down, half-bending his tall body to look at him: "You are only over three years old now. Even if you are interested in studying the structure of the car, are you able to dismantle the car at this time?
?Those parts are so big and heavy, I'm just afraid you might hurt yourself, so how about I give you the car when you go to junior high school?"
This is his minimum grace limit, and it cannot be lowered any lower.
I wonder which family has a child who doesn't like to play when he's three or four years old, but likes to hide in his room and think about it, or run to the garage.
It's not that he doesn't want his children to learn more and do more, but... it's too early.
At such a young age, one should do corresponding things, such as having fun and studying happily.
At least learn Chinese well and learn Taekwondo well.
Colin knew there was no hope of getting the car, so he got into a childish temper and pouted his lips to keep from humming.
Junior high school?
Doesn’t that mean we have to wait ten years?
I hate it, how can he wait for such a long time?
No, we must find a way.
At this moment, Guo Fenglai's voice floated out from the carriage: "Young Master Yan, where are you now?"
Yan Mubei took out the walkie-talkie inside and simply answered: "Area A085."
"Riders are starting to go down the mountain, please pay attention to safety."
"Okay." After saying that, he put the intercom back into the car.
He turned to look at his awkward son: "I brought you out tonight to watch the racing. If you are unhappy, we will go back now and stop watching."
The man spoke in a particularly cold voice, staring at his son, showing his image as a strict father.
When Colin saw it, his aggrieved look became even more aggrieved.
Lin Qianqian tugged at the corner of the man's clothes and spoke for her son distressedly: "Don't be cruel to him."
Yan Mubei turned his head and looked at her, motioning her not to speak, and then said to his son again: "You can read the mechanics book, but you can't dismantle the car. Do you understand?"
Back then, his son dismantled the expensive robot he gave him within two days, which frightened Yan Mubei so much that he turned blue.
If you give him a Ferrari, I'm afraid that after he dismantles the Ferrari, he will also dismantle his other cars.
My son has no concept of consumption and doesn’t know the value of things. He just opens them if he likes them and doesn’t even care that it was a birthday gift from him.
What a memorable first birthday gift.
Although robots still exist, what use do they have?
That physiological robot is now like scrap metal, sitting slumped in the Ferrari cabin.
Yan Mubei sighed heavily and touched his hair: "Colin is a good boy. He must listen to what Mummy says and cannot make arbitrary decisions."
After a while, Colin nodded slowly under everyone's gaze.
"That's good." Yan Mubei picked him up with one hand and reached out to take Lin Qianqian's hand: "Those racing cars should be here soon, let's just stand here and watch."
Naturally, no one objected to what he said.
However, everyone was in a different mood than when they came. Some were unhappy, some were yawning, and some were worried about their son.