This kick was neat and swift, directly kicking Dongdong into the snow pile.
When the resilient Dongdong got up, Lin Zida suddenly noticed that there was a human imprint on the snow surface, quite artistic.
Lin Zida hurriedly took out his phone to capture the imprint.
Zhuang Jianhui saw this scene, feeling unusually relieved. If it weren't for considering his identity, he would definitely have beaten up the little brat.
In his impression, Jiang Ning usually appeared gentle, but only in extreme situations would he do extreme things, like the shooting range incident.
Who knew, he not only could handle big things but also beat little kids, how fierce!
But, how to clean up the mess next?
Dongdong knew the Demon King's might, the arrogant Dongdong at a young age had already learned to reason: "Give me back my tire! My grandma found it for me, it's mine!"
Jiang Ning kicked him into the snow again and said, "Even if your grandpa gave it to you, no way!"
