"Grandpa, uncle, Little Qiang is really strong, you... you don't know..." Zhou Jingzhe didn't expect the family members to have such an attitude towards Wang Xiaoqiang. Her heart was anxious, wanting to explain clearly, but the more anxious she was, the less articulate she became.
Before she could finish explaining, one of the younger generations in the Zhou family, a cousin named Zhou Jinghong, sneered with a face of disdain, "Strong? He's strong? Is it because his name has 'strong' in it? If having 'strong' in the name makes one strong, then I'll change mine to Xiaoqiang too. No, I'll call myself Qiangqiang. I'm Zhou Qiangqiang, how about that? Haha..."
"Haha."
"Haha..."
Faced with the younger generations' mockery of Wang Xiaoqiang, the Zhou family members not only didn't reprimand them, but instead joined in laughing. The laughter was filled with contempt, disdain, and heavy sarcasm.
