He was frantically pounding Zhang Rongfang, as if that sword-shaped accessory was extremely important to him.
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang also clearly felt something was off. How could a child less than a year old have such strength?
This was obviously abnormal.
Looking at Xiaohuanqing, who was still shouting and cursing, he thought for a moment and took out a small wooden figure from his pocket.
"Here, your uncle will give you this, it's fun."
"Who wants your stupid wooden figure! Give me back my thing! My thing!!" Xiaohuanqing screamed, continuing to lunge at him like a lunatic.
This made Zhang Rongfang increasingly feel that what he had taken was very crucial.
As the commotion grew louder, faint sounds of people approaching could be heard from afar.
Zhang Rongfang had no idea how to comfort children, let alone a child as abnormal as Xiaohuanqing.
He suddenly felt a bit anxious; if his sister saw this, it wouldn't be good.
