The woman brought her luggage out of her room and left the house with her two sons escorting her to the door. When Qin Zhou got the chauffeur to open the back of the car, Mu Yichen snatched the chance to put his mother's luggage in the trunk.
The manager stood fossilized on the spot, dumbfounded by the child's immense strength. "Is he truly just a seven-year-old kiddo? He is as strong as an ox…"
"Ha ha ha!" The younger twin was tickled into a hoot. "Big bro is a little, black ox!"
His older brother was bewildered. "Black ox? I'm not one! Look; I look so fair!"
"I'm not talking about your skin color, silly! I'm referring to your build. You're as strong as a little, black ox!" The younger one took a dig at him.
The older one could only glare at the younger one helplessly. He was really hurt by his sibling's tactless remark.
A little, black ox is ugly-looking… Why must he compare me to one?
He felt so hurt.
