"No."
"Your mom and I think...forget it, you decide for yourself." Li Qiyuan stopped short.
Li Peifeng simply replied with an okay, his eyes still fixed on the computer screen.
"Stop for a moment, let me see your arm and body."
"It's nothing, just a few red marks."
"Take off your shirt, let me take a look first."
As Li Qiyuan spoke, he took out a bottle of safflower oil from a black bag, and Li Peifeng immediately felt warm, so he willingly took off his shirt to let his father see.
"There's no real injury, it doesn't hurt anymore now."
"Tough kid."
Seeing this, Li Qiyuan relaxed and put the safflower oil back into the bag with a smile: "Your mom secretly asked me to buy it. She complained I was too rough. I thought you'd have some bruises, but it seems this is unnecessary."
"Let's keep it, just in case we need it in the future."
Li Qiyuan glared: "You dare to have a next time? Haven't you had enough of a beating?"
