"Your punches must be powerful, your stance must be steady. Xiao Yu, you go ahead and demonstrate." Luo Xisi was holding a small tree branch, looking at the group of 'kids' in front of her.
From her eldest son, who should be the father of these 'kids,' to An Hao, the youngest real child, they all looked at her seriously, bringing her a great sense of satisfaction.
Although back in the military camp, the people under her command outnumbered these several times, the sense of achievement she felt now was tremendously fulfilling.
He Wenyu walked to the front and took a stance, looking embarrassed. Obviously, the stance of those around her like Luo Qianqian and a few of the brothers was much more standard, so why was she chosen?
An Hao was also imitating He Wenyu's stance, squatting down with great form.
"Glug glug." He sat flat down, even rolled back once, successfully disrupting everyone's focus, causing them to laugh nonstop.
