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"Money can't buy foresight, eh?" Mianmian patted Charlie's leg like a little adult, offering comfort.
Actually, she should have patted Charlie's head, but she wasn't tall enough, so she had to settle for his leg.
"Money can't buy foresight?" Charlie repeated the phrase with his strange accent, his eyes lighting up, "Wow, that's so awesome! Even a thousand pieces of gold can't buy foresight, did I get that right?"
The blond, blue-eyed man then crouched down, his deep blue eyes intently gazing at Mianmian, his face full of expectation.
Mianmian could now reach Charlie's head, and she gently patted it twice, one hand behind her back: "Good boy, you got it right, that's exactly what it means. Oh ho ho ho, such a teachable child~"
[There she is, Teacher Mianmian!]
[Hahaha, I really want to know who she's imitating with that bent-over, affectionate look of the little auntie—could watch it a thousand times and never get enough.]