"Impossible!" Lu Ming refuted without hesitation, looking at his son in disbelief as he picked up Big Doudou and placed him on the table.
His deep eyes fixed intently on his son.
"Doudou! Have you gotten some kind of hysteria? Are you fantasizing about things every day? People can't possibly have such abilities. Saying these things will make your dad worry."
"..." Big Doudou's expression became noticeably tense. He had hesitated for a long time, mustering all his courage to tell his dad.
His father's disbelief made him somewhat timid.
"I also wish I had hysteria, to be able to be as happy as Little Doudou every day..."
When he was younger and more naïve, he thought everyone was just like him. But he noticed that his sister was always so cheerful, always asking questions.
He couldn't help but feel curious—why was his sister asking about things she already seemed to know?
