“I’m your daughter, but I’m not seventeen anymore. In fact, I’m already twenty-four. So of course, I’m different.” Hearing Mr. Dong ask who she was, Lin Wenwen answered the question calmly. She looked around, then said, “If this body of mine wasn’t so fat and weak, I’d be able to throw him ten meters away.”
Mr. Dong looked at Dong Lijia, then at Lin Wenwen. He clearly knew that his daughter wasn’t able to throw away a grown man like what she did to Dong Lijia so neatly and quickly, not even if Dong Lijia put an arm in her hands without fighting back at all.
“If you don’t give me a gun, how am I gonna prove it to you that I’ve really experienced seven years of the post-apocalyptic era? Don’t worry, you can take away all the bullets,” said Lin Wenwen.
The answer that Dong Xinxin gave her was fifteen seconds at least. That could already amaze some commoners.
Following a series of clicking and cracking, the dissembled gun was re-assembled. She wasn’t really fast actually, but she was definitely not slow. No one who didn’t know well about guns could do what she did.
