The eight-year-old Qi Xiuyuan had already grown up. He knew how to protect himself and torture his enemies.
Seeing this, Xia Tong couldn't help but sigh. She patted the child's head and let him out.
Two round children were squatting in the small courtyard. When Qi Xiuyuan saw them, his expression softened and he walked forward with a beam.
Little Qi Haoran was counting ants, gazing at them with his big eyes, when he realized that one of them had crawled out of his line of sight. He hurriedly lowered his head to chase after it, but because he was wearing too many layers of clothes, he could not squat down at once. His head fell forward and he flipped over, falling on the little boy opposite him.
Fan Zijin, who was pinned down, screamed in anger. However, still in a dazed state, Qi Haoran turned his head and did not react.
