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Fang Jingyao was secretly playing with his Little Genius phone watch under the covers.
He discovered that being reborn as a four-year-old child wasn't all bad. Now, he not only had to deal with the childish kids in kindergarten during the day, but he could only read fairy tales at night and didn't have a mobile phone to play with.
He felt that if things continued like this, he would really regress.
Fortunately, he still had a Little Genius watch on his wrist. This watch was bought for him by Fang Shiyan and it was the latest model at the time.
The smartwatch can access the internet, but its screen is too small.
Since his rebirth, Fang Jingyao has been thinking about what he can do for his mother. Naturally, he wants to make money, lots and lots of money for his mother to spend.
Unfortunately, he is still a four-year-old toddler who doesn't even have a cell phone.
Fang Jingyao was really frustrated.
If only he had bought more lottery tickets or watched more news in his past life, even if he couldn't do anything else, winning the lottery would have been better.
After thinking it over and over, Fang Shiyan still didn't know what he could do. Just as he was idly tapping his phone watch, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Fang Jingyao thought it was Wen Yixing coming to see him, so he quickly crawled out from under the covers, hid the Little Genius phone watch, closed his eyes, and pretended to be sleeping obediently.
Soon, Fang Jingyao realized something was wrong.
If his mother came in, she would definitely give him a gentle kiss on the forehead and say goodnight.
But Fang Jingyao didn't get to see him today.
He quietly squinted his eyes into a slit.
Now Jingyao could see clearly that the person standing by his bed was Fang Shiyan, not his mother.
Upon seeing Fang Shiyan's face, Fang Jingyao no longer wanted to pretend. He opened his eyes and pretended to yawn.
The child on the bed is only four years old and looks a lot like his mother. The way he yawned just now was exactly like his mother's.
Fang Shiyan sat down beside Fang Jingyao's bed and gently tucked him in: "Still not asleep?"
Fang Jingyao stretched out his foot and kicked off the blanket: "I'm going to sleep!"
Fang Shiyan chuckled and pulled the blanket over him again.
Annoyed, Fang Jingyao turned around, presenting the back of his head to Fang Shiyan.
"Yaoyao, go to sleep. Daddy's free the day after tomorrow, I can take you out to play." Fang Shiyan's voice was still gentle when facing his child. "If you want any toys, you can tell Daddy."
Fang Shiyan is usually busy with work and can't spend much time with Fang Jingyao. He knows Fang Jingyao's temper, so he just thinks that his son is throwing a tantrum now.
Fang Jingyao opened his eyes after Fang Shiyan left, rested his arms behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.
He knew that Fang Shiyan must have been drinking today; only after drinking would his aloof and scumbag father talk so much nonsense.
However, Fang Jingyao also vaguely recalled it.
It seems that Fang Shiyan treated him quite well when he was a child.
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