Milk Bun Ming Han nodded.
Kang Li, "This one is torn, and it has the imprint of the numbers from the previous sheet on it. When you get to writing on this sheet, do you think you can write numbers properly in this spot?"
Milk Bun Ming Han shook his head.
Thinking that her words had an effect and that little bun would correct his pencil grip and the amount of pressure he used, out of the blue, Milk Bun blinked, tilted his head and said, "Mommy, daddy is rich."
Kang Li, "..."
Milk Bun Ming Han, "This notebook is torn and can't be used anymore, but daddy can buy many of them, so Hanhan doesn't have to worry about not having a notebook to write numbers, oh."
Kang Li realized that the little bun was both refuting what she had said earlier and showing off his wealth to her.
Alright, showing off wealth might be an overthought on her part, but there was no doubt that he was contradicting her.