Zong Guang could rest for two days after each flight mission ended.
Rarely able to stay at home for a day, he actually woke up earlier than Meng Xin Zhi.
By the time Meng Xin Zhi reached the rooftop, Zong Ji and Zong Guang were already practicing Tai Chi.
It must be said, after growing up, the brother really started to look a bit like dad.
Is this probably what they call bloodline?
If one were to find a boy just like dad,
who else could resemble him more than the brother?
"Axin, what are you standing there daydreaming for?"
Practicing Tai Chi, Zong Ji had long noticed Meng Xin Zhi with the corner of his eye.
"Ah, wasn't I just watching you and brother practice?" Meng Xin Zhi scratched her head searching for an excuse.
"Zhizhi, come join us quick, Tai Chi isn't private tutoring, it doesn't fear a crowd."
Zong Guang's Tai Chi movements directly deformed, he waved at Meng Xin Zhi in all sorts of ways.
"Alright, I'm coming."
Meng Xin Zhi trotted over.
