Wayne looked over in the direction of the voice.

It was Newell Scott’s eldest son, Cain,

Rosalynn laughed at the stern warning from the little boy, “Who taught you all this stuff?”

“No one needs to teach me. Every time Grandma speaks, Grandpa would zone out, then Grandma would slap him right across the face!” Cain Scott answered very seriously.

He was a bit chubby.

The seriousness when he spoke, especially when he described the expression of his Grandma hitting his Grandpa, was as if he’d seen a ghost, his face full of terror. This display was both cute and funny, and Rosalynn couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Then she lightly nudged Wayne with her elbow, “Cain is right, you should listen to this little guy”

Wayne also laughed, nodding, “Cain, Mr. Silverman understands, I’ll definitely pay attention from now on!”

“Mr. Silverman, I really envy you and my uncle!” Cain said sincerely.

“Envy? Why would you envy them?” Rosalynn asked

that children would say such things mostly

Yet..

wives are so gentle Cain lowered his voice, covering his mouth with his chubby hand, “My grandma, my mom,

she was shaking

at her

rarely seen Rosalynn this

forehead,

your head, you might knock yourself silly”

says I’m already silly,

demic prow

lack of academic prowess

family has run into a problem with our generation. All the intelligence seems to have concentrated on Baillie. Our own kids,

the eldest son is usually the one to take over the family

hadn’t

was that her son would

didn’t have too

important thing you were talking about?” Rosalynn helped

bunch of durians, they’re really tasty! She asked me to bring

“So… where are the

hands, then closed his eyes, smacking his forehead, “I forgot

himself and

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