Ji Zi'ang had been waiting for a long time. Before Zhang Kun arrived, he was already sitting on the sofa with his brother's certificate.
Upon hearing Zhang Kun's words, Ji Zi'ang dashed out of the sofa like a cannonball.
"Dad, look, isn't it amazing?" He handed the certificate to Zhang Kun as if he was presenting a treasure.
Zhang Kun bent down and changed his shoes. He wanted to take it, but he quickly retracted his hand, "My hands are dirty. Let me wash my hands first."
He quickly went to the bathroom and washed his hands with soap before taking the certificate from Ji Zi'ang.
There were only a few words on the certificate, but Zhang Kun looked left and right for a long time.
As he read, he suddenly sighed.
"What's wrong, Dad?" Ji Zi'ang was a little confused. "My brother won first prize. Aren't you happy? This is the first prize!"
"How could that be?" Zhang Kun shook his head. "I'm so happy that I'm about to die. I just feel..."
