But Ying Zheng was completely stunned.
"Big brother is amazing." Little Zhao Ling clapped her hands with joy, utterly delighted.
"Alright, put it down, put it down."
Ying Zheng snapped out of his stupor and beckoned repeatedly to Zhao Qi.
"Okay!"
Zhao Qi immediately set the rockery down.
With a bang.
The ground even trembled from the force.
It was clear this rockery truly weighed a lot—it was no fake.
And Zhao Qi walked to Ying Zheng, his small face brimming with pride.
"Qi'er, how did you manage to do that?"
Ying Zheng asked, somewhat surprised.
"Grandpa."
"This is the martial arts we've been practicing."
Zhao Qi answered with contents pride all over his little face.
"What kind of training lets you achieve something like this?"
"You're only a few years old!"
"A bit over eight years old, yet you have such strength." Ying Zheng asked curiously.
"Our father taught us this," Zhao Ling replied obediently.
