An Ning thought this was unwise and unlikely to succeed. "Your dad is an expert in surveillance. Do you think you can escape your dad's scrutiny to spy on him?"
Yu Ziqian was not convinced. "It's true my dad is an expert, but I'm a little genius too. I have a bit of wit and intelligence, right? Don't worry."
"What do you have planned?" An Ning asked curiously.
The kid glanced at his mom with some disdain. "Mom, do people your age still have so much curiosity?"
An Ning nodded with a chuckle. "I want to thoroughly understand whether my son is truly smart or just a bragging king."
Yu Ziqian shouted in anger. "No way, Mom! You're so bad, how can you say I'm a bragging king? I'm not a bragging king!"
An Ning patted her son's back, applying a kind of pressure that could be quite painful. "Stop shouting. If you have the guts, show me you're telling the truth. Then I can shut my mouth, open my eyes wide, and admire you, understand?"
