Qian kicked Dalong under the table, causing him to almost choke on a rib. Seeing the hinting expression from his sister, he swallowed the meat in his mouth and looked at their mother timidly, hesitating to speak.
Qian kicked him again and glared at him. If the little rascal didn't say anything now, he wouldn't have a chance later!
"Mom, about me wanting to go to my brother-in-law's place for training, what do you think? If you really oppose it, then I'll go to school."
There just happened to be braised ribs with green beans on the table. Qian calmly picked up some beans with chopsticks and placed them on Mom's plate, prompting an almost reflexive response from her.
"If you want to go, then go! But there's one condition, you have to make sure your brother-in-law picks a place where you can really be trained. You shouldn't find some leisure job that's like an old man's retirement."
Mr. Liao raised his eyebrows, looked at Qian, then at Mom. What magic does Qian possess?
