Lu Jian Country walked into the room and, with a CLICK, turned off the TV.
Weiwei, who had been waving his arms and legs, completely engrossed, let out a howl the moment the screen went black and shot up like an indignant little firecracker.
Lu Jian Country subdued his son, pulling him onto his lap in a chair. "You haven't even started your homework, and you're watching TV?"
"Aunt Yang said I could! She said weekends are an exception, and I can do my homework after I finish watching!" Weiwei usually loved to squirm around in his father's arms, but right now, *Nezha's Sea Rebellion* on TV was far more captivating. He struggled and yelled.
Lu Jian Country gave his son a light pat on the bottom. "Tomorrow is Sunday. They'll rebroadcast it at noon, so it won't be too late to watch it then. Right now, you and I are going to have a talk."
"It won't be too late to talk tomorrow either—okay, fine, I'll talk to you after the show is over!"
"No."
