Returning home with a sullen mood.
Xiao Feng saw the little girl wearing a blindfold, holding a dart, and laughed, "Are you ready?"
"N-no..." Zheng Wei, with a can on his head at the foot of the wall, said almost collapsing.
The little girl ignored him and said to herself, "It doesn't matter if you're not ready, just consider it practice."
With that, she threw the dart.
"Whoosh!"
"Pop!"
The dart hit the can dead-on, and Zheng Wei, drenched in cold sweat, was temporarily relieved.
The little girl took off the blindfold, looked at the can nailed to the wall by the dart, and said angrily, "How did it end up being off?"
"Off, off?" Zheng Wei asked dumbfounded.
So your target wasn't even the can but my head?
Just then, the little girl noticed Xiao Feng walking in and immediately ran over with open arms, exclaiming, "Brother Xiao Feng, you're back!"
Xiao Feng hugged her and ruffled her hair, "Not bad, you've got some creativity."
