Professor Wang's hoarse voice, like a broken gong, echoed in the quiet yard.
"This child cannot be raised at home! Send him to the Science Academy!"
The smile on Lin Wan Yi's face completely disappeared.
She stepped forward, subtly shielding Gu An's small body behind her.
"Professor Wang, An An is not even a year old."
Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness.
"What he needs is a mother, not the Science Academy."
Gu Yanshen also stood with a stern face, silently standing by his wife's side.
His tall figure, like a mountain, exuded a silent pressure.
The attitude was clear: whoever dares to touch my son must step over me first.
Professor Wang, blocked by their aura, slightly calmed his excitement.
But the fervor in his eyes showed no sign of fading.
"Mr. Lin, you're being foolish!"
He stomped his feet, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.
"This is a genius! A national treasure! Raising him at home is a waste of his talents!"
"He is first and foremost my son."
