Chapter 22: Stop Playing Mind Games with Me (3)

The more he didn't want to hear the words "Isabel," the more his son kept saying them. Percy's face darkened, and he simply ignored his son, speeding up the process of washing him.

Raymond's little face was troubled in silence for a long time. As Percy was wiping him down, he couldn't help but speak, as if comforting himself: "Father, actually, I shouldn't have lost too many impression points, right? If I lost a lot, Sister Isabel wouldn't have talked to me later, right?"

Percy flung the bath towel in his hand at the shelf beside him, picked up his son, and strode out of the bathroom. He walked over to the bed, threw his son onto his children's bed, and said with a somewhat cold tone: "Raymond, it's time for you to sleep!"

"Father, I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you." Raymond was still entangled with the seriousness of the problem of the typo in Sister Isabel's heart, so he continued: "Father, you have lived longer than me, you know more women, and your brain should be smarter in this area just by a bit, so you tell me, how can I improve the damage the typo has caused in Sister Isabel's heart?"

What do you mean, just a bit smarter... Percy snorted lightly and didn't bother to argue with his son, just picked up the quilt.

But, Raymond didn't let it go and continued to rush on, like a chatterbox: "Father, hurry up and tell me, I'm very worried! This concerns my lifelong happiness with Sister Isabel!"

Percy's face completely darkened as he glanced at the naked Raymond with his soft, thumb-sized lower half. Percy couldn't help but ridicule his son in his heart, lifetime happiness, you can't even get it up, can you give it now?

"Father, speak!" Raymond continued to urge impatiently.

This time, Percy was being hurried to the point of impatience, and he glared at Raymond and said angrily: "Raymond, for this kind of question about women, I think more with my lower half than with my upper half!"

Raymond's eyes widened in an instant, looking at his father, with a face full of amazement: "Wow, Father, do you think about problems with your lower half?"

Percy's face turned black instantly. He threw the quilt onto his son and turned off the light switch angrily, leaving only one sleep lamp. Then he scolded his son: "Go to sleep!"

Raymond was a little afraid of Percy getting angry. He had many more questions he wanted to ask, but he looked at Percy's expression and finally just moved his lips and said: "Father, good night." Then he quickly closed his eyes.

Percy stood by the bedside for a while before turning and walking away.

After Percy left, Raymond opened his eyes, shrank into the quilt, touched his own butt, and thought confusedly: Why did Father say the lower half is smarter than the upper half? Could it be that Father's brain is in his butt? But that's not right, the teacher said that the brain is in the head...

Raymond couldn't figure it out, so he finally crawled out of the quilt, quietly ran to the desk, took out his mobile phone, went back to the bed, and like calling for reinforcements, sent Isabel another WhatsApp message: "Sister Isabel, what does it mean when my father says I think more with my lower half than my upper half?"

After a while, Isabel sent Raymond a reply: "Your father has just a bit of essence-worm in his brain!"

"Essence-worm? What kind of worm is that? Is it like the big green worm I saw falling from the paulownia tree at school?" Raymond continued to ask out of curiosity.

Isabel, sitting outside the Banquet Hall Balcony, saw this reply and instantly realized that she was sort of spoiling the five-year-old child by discussing these things with him.