Listening to Cyrus's completely accurate judgment, Charlotte's face showed a gleam of surprise.
Then she reached out directly and pulled Cyrus into her embrace.
"Cyrus, are you really only five years old? How are you so smart?"
Sometimes, even Charlotte can't help but marvel at the maturity and steadiness of her eldest son.
But in the next second, what Cyrus said made Charlotte waver in her thoughts.
He lifted his little face and squinted his eyes to speak:
"Actually, I have special abilities that allow me to predict the future, so I know what Dad and Mom want to do."
Looking at Cyrus speaking so seriously about such a funny thing, Charlotte couldn't help but pinch his soft cheeks.
"Why are you also starting to say such ludicrous things?"
"Hank taught me all this." Cyrus looked calmly at Hank.
As soon as Hank heard this, he immediately reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and refuted: "Big brother, you're too bad, stop slandering people here!"
