The kid was about to cry. He really didn't want to train the tacit understanding between parents and children.
He didn't want to train it with her.
Next.
The kid directly wrote "No" on her palm.
The woman frowned slightly.
"Xing?"
The kid was numb for a moment. Then he wrote the second word. "Want."
"What what? Can you make it simpler?"
"Why does the first one feel like it looks like water again?"
But no one paid attention to her. Then came the third word. "Quarrel."
"Call?"
The kid: "..."
The people around: "..."
Finally, the last word. "Me."
"Oh my god! So annoying! This is so annoying!" The rich lady flung her hand. "Why is this stupid game so hard to play?!"
"Just now, Little Mobao's side guessed it all at once." She even glared angrily at her child.
The child pursed his lips and didn't speak.
"What he just wrote was, 'Don't bother me.'" At this moment, Little Mobao spoke up.
"Haha!" The scene erupted in laughter.
