Stunned by the snapped chopsticks in front of him.
Gong Xiaoyu was so frightened he almost sat on the ground again.
Gong Jiaming's mouth dropped wide open, "Oh my god."
Gong Jiaming always knew the Gong Family had a habit of exercising, but he never expected it could be this impressive.
He grabbed Gong Ruzhi's hand, and no matter how he looked at it, there were no signs of strain, indicating that this kid didn't even exert a bit of effort.
"It doesn't hurt. Just exercise more, and you'll be fine. I actually started playing with bricks now," Gong Ruzhi said, suggesting this was a piece of cake for him.
Oh my god, playing with bricks? Gong Xiaoyu was utterly dumbfounded. He couldn't even handle the youngest one; how on earth does his family raise children?
Gong Ruzhi now focused his attention on Gong Xiaoyu. He walked up to him and bluntly kicked him a few times, "Do you understand what you should do now?"
"Be nice to us, or I won't be as nice as my dad."
