Qiao Nan knew from Da Bao's and Er Bao's behavior that they were indeed from the Zhai family. They were born with a passion for guns.
"Tatata?" Da Bao's eyes lit up.
As boys, Da Bao and Er Bao had many toy guns. The Zhai family doted on them and would buy them toy guns that could produce sounds. Some of the guns could even release harmless bullets.
Fortunately, the two children were sensible. At least, they would never point their guns at anyone. At most, they would point them at the letters.
Da Bao did not understand what it meant to be lifted high into the air, but he understood what it meant by using the guns.
Er Bao, who was being fed with fruits, slipped away from his grandma and ran before stopping in front of Zhai Sheng. He made gestures of a gun with his hand. "Tatata?" Did you know how to use a gun?
Zhai Sheng raised his eyebrows at his sons' passion for guns and smiled. "Yes."
