Rong Han had never liked to get along with others. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the tender voice of a girl coming from the garden.
"Second brother, catch it properly, I'm going to kick!"
Perhaps it was because the other party's voice was filled with joy, Rong Han could not help but stop in his tracks and poke his head out to take a look.
In the end, it was this one glance that made Rong Han see a cuju flying rapidly toward him. It slowly magnified in front of his eyes, and with a bang, it hit his forehead.
Rong Han felt his head buzz, and then his vision went black, and he fell backward onto the ground, unable to get up.
The three children ran toward the direction where the cuju had flown past, and they saw Rong Han lying on the ground with a red and swollen forehead, as well as cuju lying beside him.