Lin Mo’s fingers remained suspended in mid-air, with a piece of glowing dust slowly rotating above his palm. A giggle erupted from the crib; he turned to see his son playing with a pile of building blocks using his chubby little hands.
"What is he seeing now?" Su Yuqing asked in a low voice, a tremor in her tone that Lin Mo had never heard before.
The blocks assembled themselves in the infant's hands with a faint clicking sound. Lin Mo stepped closer, his pupils contracting sharply—the colorful plastic pieces were perfectly replicating the three-dimensional structure of the Pentagon, with a miniature model of the Kremlin beside it, and further off, a micro-scale nuclear power plant was taking shape.
Chapter 89