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

things mostly because

Yet..

mouth with his chubby hand, “My grandma, my

so amused she was shaking with

looked at

rarely seen

Cain slapped his forehead, “I forgot

head, you might knock yourself silly” Rosalynn

already silly,

demic prow

Cain’s lack of academic prowess

run into a problem with our generation. All the intelligence seems to have concentrated on Baillie. Our own kids, as well as our relatives’ children, are nowhere near him in

eldest son is usually the one

Luna hadn’t

for was that her son would grow

have too many

important thing you were talking about?”

She asked me to bring some to

“So… where are the

hands, then closed his eyes,

the durian himself and packed

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