When Zhang Guoqing and his wife were left speechless, over at the old courtyard, Xi Zi and the others were also talking to Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang about the events of the night.
The night was even more astonishing than the day. As for Ping'an's skill with little stones, they knew it must have been taught by their little uncle, feeling both surprised and envious.
But tonight really shattered their understanding of a five-year-old child. His mind was like a sieve, one careless move and you would be caught.
"Grandpa, you missed the scene. He was just sitting on the tree trunk, watching a group of kids fighting, while directing them. Those kids were so naive, they listened to him."
"Haha... I nearly died laughing. We heard the commotion and rushed over, only to look up and see it was our Ping'an."
