Tian Xinhua, in the kitchen, heard the commotion outside and immediately came out with Du Du in his arms, whose little lips were glossy from being fed by Niu Guiyuan's elder brother and nephew, and his small belly was happily round.
Du Du, the little kid, was even happier seeing his mom whacking someone with a clipboard, thinking it was just like playing the sandbag game at home—it seemed fun!
Little Du Du slipped down from Tian Xinhua's hands in a flash and ran over with his chubby legs waddling.
"Mommy, it's my turn to hit."
Before Sisi could respond, Du Du charged forward and began kicking the already disoriented Zhong Yuying, using kicks because his legs were short.
The little guy might be small, but he's strong. Luo Datou had trained him since he was little. So, even though Du Du was only three years old, he could outperform most children of seven or eight.
In no time, Zhong Yuying's flesh-colored stockings had several little footprints on them, and her calves hurt a lot.
