Zhang Aihua wanted to speak but held back, watching helplessly as Jiang Si and Qin Shen left.
Zhang Yiwen excitedly gathered around Zhang Aihua and asked, "Dad, the clothes on you are moving! Can you control them like Superman?"
Zhang Aihua glanced at the vines on his body. He subconsciously held out his hand, and another vine sprouted from his fingertip.
Zhang Yiwen's eyes widened in excitement. He reached out to touch the barbed vine, which instantly retracted its thorns and gently nuzzled him like a puppy.
Zhang Yiwen's admiration for Zhang Aihua soared. "Dad, Dad, you're amazing!"
Zhang Aihua, also amazed by his own power, glanced at the dumbfounded Brother Qiu and Lao Er. He flicked out his hand, and with a thought, a thick vine erupted from the ground and shot toward them both.
The sharp tip of the vine was like a dagger poised to stab them, scaring Brother Qiu and Lao Er into covering their heads and screaming.
