The production of knowledge energy is endless!
However, at this moment, Xia Anyang, who was nearby, although as excited as Fang Guanghui in his heart, could not join him in examining the miraculous paper airplane.
The reason was simple—
Damn it, why isn't he my son!
This was the first time Xia Anyang had such a thought—
Probably the first time, right.
"Youyou, teach your dad how to fold," Fang Guanghui, riding on his son's coattails, was overbearing, determined to take this opportunity to severely suppress Xia Anyang, who had always been praised by his wife, "Make your dad's paper airplane beat Uncle Xia's!"
Although our paper airplane folding skills might be similar, I have an invincible son! With these skills, these fancy techniques, not to mention the neighborhood, probably the whole Mei City doesn't have many who can compete with him.