Keeping the promise

Zheng Wancheng sighed softly and said, "Baby, I know this is a little sudden for you, but give him some time, and give yourself some time. Maybe slowly you will discover his good side." Her voice was soft and warm, trying to calm her son's inner anxiety.

Zheng Zihui frowned and said, "Mom, I still can't accept him. He wasn't with us before, and now he suddenly appears. I feel very confused." There was a hint of grievance in his voice, and his eyes were a little red.

Zheng Wancheng comforted him, "Zihui, Mom understands how you feel. But everyone makes mistakes. Maybe Dad has realized his mistakes and wants to make amends. We can't just shut him out all of a sudden, right?" Her eyes were full of patience and love.

Zheng Zihui pouted and said, "But Mom, I still prefer our previous life, just the two of us." There was a hint of stubbornness and nostalgia for the past in his voice.

Zheng Wancheng smiled and said, "Baby, mom knows. But wouldn't it be better to have one more person love you?" Her voice was full of expectation and hope.

Zheng Zihui remained silent, looking out the window, his heart still conflicted.

Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he said, "Mom, I want to go out and play for a while. You go back first." There was a hint of determination in his voice and his little face was tense.

Zheng Wancheng looked at her son through the rearview mirror and said with some concern in her eyes: "Then don't stay out too late, remember to go home early." She frowned slightly. Although she was a little worried, she still chose to respect her son's thoughts.

Zheng Zihui said "hmm" and hurriedly got out of the car. His steps were a little heavy, as if a big stone was pressing on his heart.

Zheng Zihui walked on the street in a depressed mood, the scene of meeting his father today kept echoing in his head. The strange and complicated feeling made his heart a mess.

Before he knew it, he arrived at the shooting range, a place that once allowed him to relax.

He walked into the shooting range, picked up a gun, and started shooting at targets, trying to vent his frustration in this way.

He was shooting with full concentration, and every shot was filled with his dissatisfaction and irritation. The bullets flew out, as if they were the anger in his heart that had nowhere to vent.

Just then, a few ruffian-looking guys wearing flowery shirts came over.

One of the guys with a rooster comb said, "Wow, this guy looks good at shooting." There was a hint of provocation and jealousy in his eyes.

Another guy with earrings chimed in: "How about we compete with him?" He had a malicious smile on his face, as if he was looking for fun.

Zheng Zihui was completely immersed in his own world and ignored them.

At this moment, he was only worried about the current situation and confused about the future. He had no time to care about these boring people.

However, these guys refused to give in and kept harassing Zheng Zihui.

The young man with the cockscomb haircut came up to Zheng Zihui and said loudly, "Hey, kid, I'm talking to you, why are you pretending to be deaf?" His voice was harsh and arrogant.

Zheng Zihui was already in a terrible mood, and after being disturbed by them, he became even more annoyed.

He turned his head and shouted angrily, "Get out!" His eyes were burning with anger and his fists were clenched tightly.

The roar stunned the guys, but they soon became angry.

The guy with the cockscomb haircut shouted to the younger brothers beside him: "This kid doesn't want to drink my toast, so I'll beat him up!" His face was distorted with anger.

Several younger brothers immediately rubbed their hands and surrounded Zheng Zihui.

Zheng Zihui put down the gun in his hand, his eyes filled with anger and vigilance.

He thought to himself: "Even if there are more of you today, I am not afraid!"

The young man with the cockscomb haircut said viciously: "Today I will let you know the consequences of offending us!" He waved his fists, eager to teach Zheng Zihui a lesson.

Zheng Zihui snorted coldly: "Just you guys?" His eyes were full of disdain and confidence.

In a flash, a younger brother rushed forward and punched Zheng Zihui.

Zheng Zihui dodged the blow easily by moving sideways, then quickly fought back, punching the younger brother in the stomach, causing him to bend over in pain. His movements were agile and powerful, like a nimble little leopard.

Seeing this, the other brothers rushed forward. Zheng Zihui was not afraid at all. He dodged left and right, punched and kicked at the same time, and started a fierce fight with these people. His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and every breath was filled with anger and determination.

The shooting range was in chaos, with people looking at him sideways. But Zheng Zihui had no intention of backing down. It seemed that the anger in his heart had all turned into strength at this moment, making him more and more courageous in this melee.

His clothes were soaked with sweat and his hair was a little messy, but his eyes became more determined.