NovelEnglishAnderson pouted with an angry look, "What? Did you do something wrong to Mommy?"
Luther gave Anderson's little head a gentle tap, "Nonsense. How could | possibly. I'm going to do it, and it's definitely something for
your mommy's own good."
"It's up to mommy to decide if it's good or not." Anderson "hummed", not buying it.
Luther was speechless, he was talking to a three-year-old?
And now this three-year-old was actually educating him.
He coughed twice, and pinched Anderson's soft face, "Do you still want to have a family reunion? Hmm?"
"Fine." Anderson shrugged helplessly, "You are so pitiful, so | will just help you out."
Luther, "..."
Pitiful ...
Anderson thought for a moment and said, "There was nothing unusual about Mommy in the afternoon, and after she pickedup
from school, she didn't see anyone. She didn't call anyone either. She just sat on top of the couch and stared. By the way, mommy
askeda question."
"She asked you a question? What is that?" Luther wondered.
"Mommy askedwhat kind of connection could there be between sseemingly unrelated people and events." Anderson said.
Luther frowned and thought about it. In the end, he could not find anything strange.
"Anderson, how do you answer?"
Anderson pouted, "I told mommy that she should first look at the most unrelated people and things, and if she can get the
connection between them figured out, the whole thing will be solved. As if | hack into someone's system, | will all start from the
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Luther froze again.
What a great logic, coming from a three-year-old.
He frowned. What was Joyce's confusion? Did it have something to do with him?
At that moment, Joyce cinto the living room to look for them and called out, "Anderson?"
Luther heard and immediately picked Anderson up and walked from inside the room to the living room.
"What are you two doing inside the room?" Joyce asked in surprise.
"Nothing, just playing games." Luther said and then carried Anderson to the couch and played games with him.
He stole a glance at Joyce. Everything felt so strange today.
Joyce frowned slightly.
‘What the hell have they been up to now?’
After Ivy packed up, she left earlier than usual.
"Mr. Warner, Ms. Knowles, I'll go first."
"Hmm." Joyce waved her hand and smiled, "Thank you for the day."
After Ivy left, Joyce brought Luther a pot of brewed tea and set it on the coffee table.
She got a cup for Luther and pushed it to him. The clean colored tea cwith a refreshing aroma.
"Have stea, the best tea | have here."
Luther was stunned again. What was wrong with her tonight? She got him steak, and now she was making him tea?
He did not dare to take it, and he felt so uneasy.
Obviously she questioned him in the afternoon, and then in the evening everything had changed.
When things went so weird, something must have happened.
He didn't believe that she had suddenly started to be nice to him. At the moment, the more she was nice to him, the more likely it
was that she had been suspicious of him.
At least that's what he thought.
He couldn't stand this kind of torture, so he simply asked directly, "Is there something you want to say or ask me?"
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