Bankruptcy of the Qin Family

"Little Skinny Pole, why don't you shoot the ball? Why are you just patting it?"

Zhouzhou exclaimed anxiously as she watched Huo Ji'an repeatedly patting the basketball, getting lower and lower, following it like a silly puppy.

Perplexed, Huo Ji'an looked over, "How do I shoot?"

"Just like this," Zhouzhou took the basketball from his hand, made a slight wrist movement, and smoothly scored it into the basket. Zhaozhao's expression turned smug, reveling in her success.

She playfully patted his chubby hand, "Just toss the ball into the hoop, Little Skinny Pole. Do you not know how to play?"

What? How could that be!

Huo Ji'an immediately straightened his posture, refusing to accept defeat, "I can! Watch me!"

With determination, he picked up the basketball and exerted all his strength, throwing it like a grenade.

The ball made a small arc in the air, barely reaching a meter before falling to the ground with a thud, bouncing back and hitting Huo Ji'an on the forehead.