My son is a born genius.
In the delivery room, when he was born, there was no cry between the mother and son.
He opened his eyes and "pop" spit out a bank card from his mouth.
Using a tone that doesn't belong to a newborn baby, he said to me, "Hello, Mom, I'm your cub."
"Nice to meet you. There are fifty million in this bank card to cover the cost of raising me. If it's not enough, I'll continue to earn money after I grow up."
