"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Some things when he was a child left a lot of shadows, so that now Qin Lang is unconsciously guilty when facing his father's serious expression, as if he has really done something bad.

"You, stand here." The father did not answer any questions directly, pointed at a position and spoke in an orderly to his son.

Suddenly, Qin Lang felt that he had experienced this incident and happened not long ago. But why did he feel this way? It was so strange.

He shook his head and looked at his father. He didn't know the situation yet, so Qin Lang had to obey his father's instructions and stood there.

When I noticed my mother, she was as serious as her mother, with worries, disappointments, and despair in her eyes.

Oh my God, what happened to make my parents do like this? Even if I made a big mistake in the past, neither of the two people in the family would have such expressions or situations.

Seeing his son standing there honestly, the father not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but also had the tendency to pick up something and hit it on it. Fortunately, he held it back, otherwise Qin Lang's butt would be blooming now.

He sat on the sofa and continued to look at him seriously, then said, "How did you get this money? Did you steal or rob? Instruct honestly."

money?

Ah, so that's what happened.

Qin Lang suddenly felt a sudden realization, saying that he had done nothing except driving out to buy things and getting the plane platform for sale after so long.

Why are my parents coming to the three meetings for trial? I feel puzzled.

Now that I figured out what was going on, my heart relaxed, and my body was not as straight as before. I followed him and sat next to my mother without caring about my father's orders and said, "I thought what happened? I made money myself, not just that."

"Bastard, you...you...you...you tell me what you did, why isn't it just that much money?" The father couldn't help but take out an iron stick bar from somewhere.

The pleasing expression suddenly changed, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Qin Lang's previous tragic experience appeared in his head. He could remember very clearly that he was crying and screaming at his mother by this stick. Sometimes he had to sleep facing the bed at night to avoid his butt hurt.

But thinking about the things I did were not really shameful, but were just a legitimate source. There was nothing to explain, and nothing to shrink from.

He was already a little timid, but all disappeared, he raised his chest and plucked his courage, and said to his father who had already pounced on him with an iron stick, "Dad, mom, where have you thought? Why don't you believe in your son's ability? Can you make so much money?"

"You make money? Are you still a student able to make tens of thousands of dollars at once? Don't talk about anything else, I am the first one who doesn't believe me. And you are the one who looks like you, haha..." Dad didn't believe it, and he snorted with disdain.

Qin Lang understood that he was so unbearable in his father's eyes, but he also knew that his father really had a deep understanding of his abilities, and his nephew was better than his parents.

If parents don’t know their children yet, who else can understand better?

Let’s look at his mother... he feels like crying without tears. He really wants to ask how unbearable he was and how many bastards he did, which made the two elders think so.

However, Qin Lang knew that if he didn't explain it clearly today, his parents would really have the ability to send him to the police station, relying on his understanding of living in this family.

My mother couldn't stand it, and at this time she also spoke out: "Child, don't think so much. If you really do something wrong, you will definitely help you solve it. We are still a bit thin, but if you do it..."

There is no need to say much later. Qin Lang still doesn’t know what it means. He confesses to being lenient and resists strict, and his parents want to understand the specific story of the matter.

With a sigh, he stood up and said to Er, "If you don't show you something today, you won't believe it, right? Then wait and see how powerful your son is."

The couple looked at each other, and their eyes were replaced by a deep confusion. They were very puzzled about what their son was doing.

The ten thousand yuan left after entering the house, and the others were puzzled. When they saw the door closed and Qin Lang came out of the door, they initially determined that it was their son who did something, and the only thing they thought of was crimes, so this kind of thing came out.

He was going to chase after him and said, but he didn't take action when he beat him up. He wanted to see what this bastard did.

I have the WIFI router he set up at home, and it does not require an internet cable. I just need to take my laptop and go directly to the living room.

Sitting between the two elders, you can easily see what he shows.

When I started to operate, the first thing I opened was the backend of the novel website. The most clear thing at home was the novel he wrote.

He has already passed a third of the number of words onto the platform, and is automatically updated at a rate of five chapters a day. Compared with the last time he saw the data, it has increased significantly.

Pointing to the collected data above, he said, "Your son, I can't do anything else, but I have written those things for a long time. Dad, you have also figured out that it's been uploaded for less than three days, and the data has been..."

He couldn't speak any more on his mouth, and to be precise, he was shocked himself.

I cut the grass, and in less than three days I had already reached 1,000 collections. The data of other masters' new books are not weak at all.

For the clicks and recommendations displayed on the homepage of the novel, it is no problem to become a god.

The father seemed to be disdainful of this and said, "Ha, so what? Your novel seems to have just begun, so it shouldn't be a profitable person."

My mother felt encouragement: "My son does a good job and has potential." But she also showed concern: "But your money?"

"Anla, the display has just begun. What's the rush? I'm just explaining my potential." Qin Lang was more optimistic. Nothing in a work can better illustrate its potential and future than data.

Novels can show these data, while cartoons and comics are not bad at all, and each of them even brought Qin Lang a considerable surprise.

After experiencing three projects that are still underway, I finally have to say that it is right or the source of money.

The attitudes of fathers and mothers have also changed a lot. Everyone hopes that their children can achieve success. Obviously, what Qin Lang shows has a bit of a taste.

But the only thing that expresses confusion is that it seems that these things are not possible to make money yet, right?
Chapter completed!