"Great! You really have some skills! Do you like guns that much?" Liu Jing saw Ning Chenyang's eyes brimming with desire, so he squatted down to ask.
"Yes! I've liked them since I was a kid. I want to try shooting!" Ning Chenyang said.
"Yangyang, you can't shoot! The recoil of this gun is too strong! You're too small to handle it yourself!" Qin Jian knew his son wanted to touch a gun, but he was too young to shoot on his own.
"Dad! How about you hold my hand and we shoot a few rounds together? Can I at least enjoy that?" Ning Chenyang pleaded, looking up at his father.
"No way!" Qin Jian refused decisively, "You're too young. You need to be at least twelve years old to shoot!"
"Ah? What a disappointment!"
"Old Qin, actually your son's wish can be fulfilled! I'll take him to the shooting range to give it a try!" Liu Jing admired Ning Chenyang, so he decided to let this kid touch a gun.
"Old Liu..." Qin Jian looked at him with concern, "Forget it, let's talk about this later!"
