Gu Dabao, how old is he now? Normal children of his age are still learning to babble, and Gu Dabao doesn’t often speak, but when he does, it’s astonishing.
The fact that he can express his ideas at such an early age is amazing enough, but surprisingly, he can also reason.
Thinking about this, Xiaofeng carefully observed her son, wondering if the spatial spiritual energy had affected his brain, making him different from others—perhaps the kind of genius people often talk about?
Ye Cheng was also shocked, his eyes wide as he looked at Xiaofeng as if to say, "Isn’t our eldest son’s ability a bit too strong?"
Keep in mind, Gu Dabao was barely a year old. Other children his age were either nursing in their mothers’ arms, learning to speak, or taking their first steps.
Xiaofeng picked up Gu Dabao and laughed heartily, "Gu Dabao, are you trying to tell mom that you are a genius?"
It seed he was destined to be the ’90s version of Ke Nan.
Gu Dabao looked up at Xiaofeng, his clean, white face intelligent-looking, yet serious, making you want to kiss it. However, you hesitate because his mature deanor makes you reluctant to disturb such beauty.
"So, he’s Daddy, right?" Gu Dabao didn’t respond to Xiaofeng’s question but continued with his previous conjecture.
"How can my son be so impressive?" Xiaofeng couldn’t help but kiss him on the face, "Gu Dabao, are you sure you’re just a child and not an adult pretending to be one?"
Xiaofeng pondered a question. Could her son, like her, have undergone soul transmigration? The difference being, while she transmigrated into soone else’s body, her son underwent transmigration in the womb—both body and soul were his own.
"My son is simply brilliant." Ye Cheng, feeling a bit defensive hearing Xiaofeng’s words, took Gu Dabao from her arms and pinched his face, "So tell , why am I Daddy?"
"Because only Daddy can sleep in the sa room as Mommy." Xiaobao, grinning nearby, answered for his brother.
Mom must be playing dumb with such a simple question to test them.
Hearing Xiaobao’s words, Xiaofeng and Ye Cheng burst out laughing together; these two little ones were really cunning.
"Ye Cheng, I think I’ve actually given birth to two geniuses. They are only so young, yet not only do they have association skills but also reasoning abilities. My goodness, I never thought I’d be the mother of geniuses one day."
Gu Dabao was speechless. His mother usually seed normal, but she beca sowhat abnormal when it ca to him and his sister: "We didn’t guess, we were right there when Dad recognized Grandma last ti, did you forget?"
Their expressive abilities were just a bit stronger; it was not yet appropriate to label them as geniuses.
Uh...
Xiaofeng pinched the cheeks of the siblings, "So, there are no secrets in front of you kids in the future, right?"
Such little ones, not only understanding their conversation but also being able to express it, was nothing short of miraculous.
In her past life, she didn’t have her own children, so she didn’t know what it was like for a one-year-old.
But now, seeing her children, it was clear their expressive abilities far surpassed those of normal babies.
"Mommy, it hurts." Xiaobao covered his face, acting spoiled. Fortunately, children will be children, and after playing around for a while, both siblings soon fell asleep.
Watching them sleep, Ye Cheng stood nearby, "Actually, I think I might rember sothing. Back then, I had a seizure and fainted at the bottom of a small hill. Then, a body rolled down the hill and landed right on ."
Xiaofeng squinted at Ye Cheng, so whether he actually rembered sothing remained unclear.
"But what happened afterward, I don’t have much of an impression."
"So, what you’ve said is essentially the sa as saying nothing," Xiaofeng replied dryly. "Or are you trying to tell , you might have had an affair with a woman who might be carrying your child? If that is the case, I might as well leave with the twins."
After all that talking, it amounted to nothing; truly infuriating.
Ye Cheng’s lips quivered, what he wanted to say wasn’t that: "You know that’s not what I ant, but I rember that feeling, the sa feeling I have when I’m with you. So, you were the woman who rolled down the hill, weren’t you?"
Although he was unclear about what had happened and his mories were not deep, so things ingrained deep within are hard to forget.
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