"Yes."
Xiao Ming lit another cigarette. Of course, he didn't forget to offer one to Ding Jianwei.
"His son was merely mentally challenged, destined to be like a five- or six-year old child for his whole life, with no physical ailments whatsoever.
When to eat, when to sleep, when he can make a noise, when he is allowed to excrete.
He employed mechanisms such as food rewards, electric shocks and whippings to design a whole set of system commands for his son.
Moreover, this training started when his son was just three years old."
"Three years old?"
Ding Jianwei frowned, "If someone's intelligence can only develop to that of a five- or six-year old at most, they usually wouldn't be identified as having a problem until they were at least seven or eight years old, if not into their teens.
How could he start at three years old..."
Her voice abruptly stopped, and then the cigarette between her fingers was crushed.