In an instant, Han Xiayang's admiring gaze fell on the little guy in front of him. He gave him a big thumbs-up: "Impressive, really impressive, little one. How is your brain put together?" At his age, he was still a clueless country bumpkin, only focused on studying. But look at this kid! His life is so colorful that Han Xiayang thinks he might not even measure up to him.
Receiving praise from others didn't elicit any joy from An Jiayou. Instead, he looked at the other party with indifference: "I think our brain construction is probably similar; it's just that the intelligence cannot be compared."
Silenced again, Han Xiayang couldn't find words to respond. He glared at the boy with dissatisfaction: "Go, hurry up, be careful not to be late. Your dad will scold you."
