Wen Jiaren looked at the lovable little baby and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "He? He's a child I picked up outside."
Wen Zian was full of doubt, having just gone out for a while, where had she picked up a kid with a mask to bring back?
Upon hearing this, the young Mu Xiao wrinkled his small face, wisdom beyond his years in his witty retorts, "Stop talking nonsense. Where can you pick up a brilliant baby like me? Go out and try picking up another."
If these words had come from a five or six-year-old, they might not have surprised anyone.
But coming from a two-year-old tot, it was absolutely ludicrous yet undeniably adorable, especially when combined with his tightly furrowed little face.
Zhao Yufen had experienced this little guy's intelligence, but both Wen Cheng and Wen Zian were shocked by him. Could a two-year-old really say such things?
Some kids who are slow to start talking might still be wetting their pants at this age!
