NovelEnglish"Mummy. Mommy is great ..." Anderson stopped halfway through and did not continue.
He was very careful not to just reveal things about mommy out in the open.
Luther was shocked that it was his mother who taught this child to play darts.
He instinctively thought of Joyce, a woman who could use darts to perfection. There would be no one else in this world other than
Joyce.
Suddenly, his heart tensed up.
He had no idea if he was having an illusion already, but if he looked carefully, the little boy in front of him, indeed, looked a bit like
Joyce.
"What's your name, little friend?" Luther smiled and his tone was gentler, "Letintroduce myself, my nis Luther."
Anderson looked up, "Why should | tell you? Besides, | don't want to know who you are."
"..." Luther speechless. He was such an arrogant cool boy.
He felt his pockets, but he didn't have anything fun with him now, let alone any toys for the children.
Instead, there was a state-of-the-art Al pencil.
He took the Al pencil out of his pocket, "Children, look at this pen. It's equipped with artificial intelligence. It can record auand it
can be connected to the inteto search for the latest information and read the result for you. At the stit's even an Al
robot. It can talk to you and you can ask it all the questions you want to know."
Anderson's crystal eyes stared at the pen in Luther's hand. Artificial intelligence?! It sounded interesting.
He loved these things the most.
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It's so much more fun than playing with those little brats just now.
"Little friend, who is your mother? Did you calong today?" Luther couldn't help but continue to ask, "If you tell me, I'll give you
this pen to play with, okay?"
Anderson frowned a little, "Uncle, are you enticing a child? It's not good."
"..." Luther was even more speechless.
Uncle? Did he look that old? He obviously looked so cool and handsome.
"No, here's the thing ... | might know your mom. | used to know someone who played darts very well and | am wondering if she is
your mother." Luther tried to explain. How could he say he was enticing a child?
Anderson gave him a blank look, "If you know her, why don't you ask her yourself?"
He crossed his arms and his little face puffed out in anger, "Anyway, Mommy said | should not talk to people | don't know. | am not
going to tell you anything."
Luther completely had no idea what to say next.
He only felt the sway with Joyce before.
He didn't expect that he couldn't even handle this child who looked under four years old.
He simply wondered if his IQ had deteriorated.
But suddenly, Luther looked at the beautiful and handsboy in front of him, and felt a bit upset. Although he was wearing a
well-made suite, there was an inexplicable sense of loneliness between his eyebrows.
Also, he seemed to be on alert and so mature and he was far better than his peers. He was not at all like a child.
What kind of environment could have created such a mature and cautious character in this boy?
He must have been through quite a lot challenges.
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