When she spoke those few words just now, her logic was clear, her language organization skills were strong, hitting the key points, her IQ was absolutely off the charts—it didn't seem like her at all.
Emilia Johnny froze, her son praised her for being smart. Could it be that he thinks she's right?
She was too excited to move: "Are you saying... I'm right?"
Ethan Herd turned his head: "According to your analysis, Anthony Davis is sitting on a Gold Mountain, but can you really swallow it?"
Emilia Johnny jumped on him to hold him: "Son, you agreed? You really agreed!"
Ethan Herd pushed her away in disgust: "You're my mum, I definitely can't control you, but I still have to tell you, the fact that you like him is already out of my control. If he doesn't like you, if he hasn't explicitly stated that he wants to marry you, then please, spare me."
Emilia Johnny whispered to her finger: "He...he said it."
"Said what?"
"Just...he went to your grandma's house yesterday, and then..."
