The family housing complex was full of children of all ages, and mischievous ones were a common sight. Tang Yuanxiao mentally compared them all and felt that not a single one could measure up to Little Tang Mo.
It wasn't just the kids his age; even the older ones weren't as smart and capable as he was.
"Momo is so smart. You've taught him really well," Tang Yuanxiao said to Su Li, his praise genuine.
When he had visited home on leave before, he'd always thought Little Tang Mo was smart, but that had been more of a blind, fatherly pride. Today, however, he felt it for real.
He now had concrete reasons to believe his son was intelligent.
"Little Mo has always been smart. He's a little genius," Su Li replied. "You'll see."
"Mom..." Little Tang Mo mumbled, growing shy from all the praise.
"Alright, time for bed," Su Li said with a smile.
"Okay. Goodnight, Dad." Little Tang Mo said goodnight to Tang Yuanxiao and went into the room on his own.
