Joy was stunned for quite a while before he finally understood. His small mouth twitched. Just when Zhao Youlin and Mu Tingfeng thought that he was going to cry, they saw him snort coldly and pick up a snowball that he had just kneaded on the ground. He threw it directly at Mu Tingfeng.
There was a muffled sound. The child was not tall enough, plus his strength was relatively weak. The half-sized snowball was originally thrown at Mu Tingfeng's face. However, it took a dip in the air and fiercely smashed into Mu Tingfeng's shiny leather shoes. It created a very beautiful snowflake.
Zhao Youlin was stunned. When she realized what her son had done, she could not help but burst into laughter.
While laughing, she walked towards Joy and hugged her son and kissed him. "Hahaha... son, you're so cute! Do you want to fight back? Come, mom will help you."
