If you like kids so much, go have one of your own.
Bo Zhi and Wuxin didn't bother joining the fuss, and sat at the table with Mou Wen, waiting for the dishes to be served.
A few older researchers, seeing the two of them sit down, joked, "Director, your child is three years old, right?"
Bo Zhi nodded, "Three years and a few months."
"That's quite smart."
Clear enunciation, meticulous thinking.
A child like that is quite rare.
No parent dislikes others praising their child. The difference is, some adults politely say no, no, but Bo Zhi takes it as a matter of course.
"Of course. Our whole family has a decent IQ. If he were dumb, he definitely wouldn't be my child."
The older researchers: "..."
They were suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Although there's nothing wrong with praising your own child, praising them so arrogantly, who else but you would do that?
