Tong Ran lightly curved her lips upon hearing, holding her son's soft little hand, and wrote a character in his palm, "The window is closed now, not open. 'Closed' and 'Open' are not the same word. Chennchenn must learn to distinguish between them, understand?"
"Look!" Mo Yaochenn raised his eyebrows upon hearing, surprisingly starting to analyze with logic, "Mom, you admit you were deceiving Chennchenn. I intentionally said the wrong word 'Open' just now, and you immediately corrected Chennchenn, which means Mom knows the window is closed!"
"..."
"Mom, why aren't you saying anything? Is what Chennchenn said right or not?"
"..."
Tong Ran was completely stunned; she actually fell into the trap set by her own son?!
Such a young child is already so good at setting people up!
... Is this hereditary?
