Qin Niexun reached out and gently pinched his sister Ann's arm.
Her arm was slender and soft, with hardly any flesh, let alone muscles.
Ann's strength was incredibly unreasonable.
The strength of a three-and-a-half-year-old child couldn't possibly be strong enough to knock down someone much taller, bigger, and heavier than her.
Qin Niexun took the wall target from his fifth brother's hand and stood in front of Ann.
"Ann, come, hit it."
Even though he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he still wanted to personally verify it.
Qin Sui'an raised her hand and pushed the helmet on her head, puzzled as to why her brothers were lining up for her to hit the wall target.
Although she couldn't figure it out for the moment, she obediently nodded her little head.
"Okay."
Qin Niexun was mentally prepared, firmly holding the wall target in his hand, slightly lowering his body, and stabilizing his stance.
"Come on, Ann."