My father looked at me quietly, as if holding a glimmer of hope, and said, "How many places did you get in the exam?" ”

"38."

"Hula ......"

Dad didn't hesitate to slap it again.

I hurriedly dodged to the side, and hurriedly said, "Oops, Dad...... Father...... Why don't you ask me how many students there are in my class......"

Even?

Is there a play?

When my father heard this, he put away the broom, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Then how many people are in your class?" ”

“39。”

With a bang, my dad's broom came at a gallop.

Then, I was beaten up by my father.

I feel that wronged in my heart.

Aggrieved.

I cried......

Chapter 198 A man crying is not a sin It's not a sin to cry in the middle of the night, please wait a moment,

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