?<strong>Chapter 1378:</strong>


    He gently sped Nana’s tiny shoulders, leaning down to meet her gaze. “Sweetheart, let’s put the little brother thing aside for now. First, tell Daddy, who exactly nted this idea in your head?”


    Nana’s delicate eyebrows knitted together as she processed her father’s question.


    “But Daddy, I wanted a little brother, so they told me these things,” she replied, her voice tinged with childlike conviction.


    Andrew massaged his temples, feeling a headache brewing.


    “Sweetheart, you can share your thoughts with Daddyter. Right now, Daddy needs to know who ‘they’ are. Tell Daddy and Mommy, okay?”


    “Okay.” Nana nodded solemnly, then raised her wrist.


    Madisyn and Andrew found themselves drawn to their daughter’s deliberate movements, curiosity piqued.


    Nana pointed her tiny index finger at the screen of her children’s smartwatch, swiping across it with practiced ease. Before Madisyn and Andrew’s astonished eyes, a live stream materialized on the small disy.


    The couple exchanged looks of bewilderment at their daughter’s actions, but what followed left them truly speechless.


    Nana expertly angled the camera toward her cherubic face. Though her aim wasn’t perfect, it captured enough for the audience in the live stream to see her clearly.


    The stream wasn’t bustling with viewers, but several ounts had joined the moment Nana began broadcasting.


    These ounts flooded the chat with messages. Madisyn caught a glimpse of theirments as they scrolled by.


    “Baby, you are so cute. Live streaming again? You should be tucked in bed at this hour!”


    “Sweetie, have you told your mommy and daddy about wanting a little brother?”


    “Little girl, you’re so pretty. If you have a little brother, he would definitely be a handsome baby…”


    Realization dawned on Madisyn—these virtual strangers were Nana’s mysterious “they.” Yet one question still nagged at her.


    Despite Nana’s remarkableprehension and learning abilities, which far surpassed children her age, she was still a preschooler. How could she possibly understand thosements?


    As if answering her mother’s unspoken question, Nana pressed her finger against one of thements. A cool blue light illuminated her small face as it pulsed from the smartwatch’s screen. Then, a mechanical voice crisply articted every word of the selected message.


    After attentively listening to the watch’s robotic recitation, Nana responded to eachment in her sweet, melodious voice.


    After addressing several messages, she announced to her virtual audience, “It’s veryte. You all should get some rest, and I’m going to sleep. Good night, everyone.”


    Having closed the live stream, Nana turned to face her dumbfounded parents, her expression suddenly all business.


    “Mommy, Daddy, I have met your requirements, so shouldn’t you meet mine too?” she asked with disarming logic.


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