"Mom, Dad says you don't lack a husband," Little Xiangru's crisp voice came from the big bed. The little one lay on the pillow snickering, his plump, short little legs raised and swinging back and forth, while his fingers kept writing homework on the mobile phone's holographic virtual screen. Skilled at multitasking, he hummed repeatedly, "Mom doesn't lack a husband."
Si Mingjing's ears warmed with laughter. "This child..."
"Well said," Mo Yinhe praised his son.
After drying her hair, Si Mingjing walked to the bedside, picked up Little Xiangru, and watched him do his homework, only to discover that he was actually working on mathematical Olympiad problems for fifth and sixth graders.
Si Mingjing watched for a while, surprised and amazed. "Little Xiangru, you can do all these?"
"Yeah! Mom, I'm super smart, Wow!"
