Dawn's early light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the vast expanse of the Tan Palace villa.
It was a new day, and Chen Pingsheng had risen early.
He even made a point to open up Baidu and search for a series of educational issues concerning little prodigies.
Boy, there sure were plenty of answers.
Some said not to rush the child's development, while others suggested letting nature take its course.
Ever since he discovered that the little fart kid at home had a photographic memory, Chen Pingsheng was over the moon.
The shadow of being outshone by the spoiled brat, at last, seemed to be lifting.
His room was still super large, complete with a garden terrace and a separate computer desk and walk-in wardrobe.
He randomly picked out two casual outfits, put them on, and went to check on the little fart kid.
The little fart kid shared a room with her sister, and she also only liked to sleep with her sister.
