196 Sooner or Later, You're Asking for Trouble
Zhao Zhitong and her older brothers and sisters were playing a game of toss the sandbag, their joyous laughter and chatter unending.
Just as the sandbag was tossed astray again, a little boy suddenly rushed out from the side and picked up the sandbag they had thrown.
The little boy was around the same age as Zhao Zhitong and slightly chubby. Judging by his clothes and appearance, he seemed like a child who was pampered and indulged at home.
It was just that his punchable expression was truly unlikable.
Zhao Zhitong, who was standing in the middle as the player about to be targeted, trotted over and reached out with her small hand, saying, "Thank you for helping me pick it up."
The little boy was currently studying the sandbag with curiosity. Hearing Zhao Zhitong's words, he immediately put the hand holding the sandbag behind his back, his face stiffening, clearly unwilling to give it up.
