Zheng Tan hated dealing with children of this age the most. It was impossible to reason with them, and even if it were possible, Zheng Tan couldn't do it. If you didn't cooperate with them or slightly retaliated, they would cry and summon their parents. Compared to that, Zheng Tan found Zhuo Xiaomao much easier to handle.
Although it was troublesome, Zheng Tan wasn't the type to just sit there and wait to be hit. When the little brat reached into the bag, Zheng Tan was ready to be thrown at; indeed, a round object came flying accurately towards him, indicating that the kid had quite some practice with it.
Zheng Tan raised his hand and slapped the small round ball that was about to hit his head back to where the child was standing.
The thrown ball was slapped away, and not only did the child not cry, his eyes lit up and he seemed much more energized, stretching his hand into the bag to throw another ball.
