"But I'm not facing big brother, it's Uncle Tang." Zhao Zheng scratched his head, "Facing Uncle Tang's face, I really don't know what to say."
"That's too much." Zong Shichang lightly patted Zhao Zheng's head, "Steward Tang isn't ugly."
"Ah, I didn't mean that..." Zhao Zheng didn't know what to say, suddenly shook off Zong Shichang's hand, and ran a bit closer, "How about I perform a set of moves for big brother?"
Saying that, Zhao Zheng began practicing his fist techniques with great seriousness.
"Hah!"
"Big brother, watch this, it's called 'Fu Hu Fist!'"
Zhao Zheng's movements were coordinated, and with a fierce dash, he punched a pillar in the Zong Mansion.
His action actually had some momentum, though it was a bit out of place.
Steward Tang adjusted the angle a bit, so he could see Zhao Zheng again.
But the next second, Zhao Xing laughed.
Zhao Zheng squatted under the pillar, clutching his fist and blowing on it constantly.
