"I'm... doing photosynthesis, light burp, light shell... photosynthesis? Yes, that's right, photosynthesis."

Jiang Chi: "..."

Do you really think that just because you're next to a plant, you can cross species boundaries?

Reciting Jiang Chi's exact words, Chaochao asked in her mind, "Xiaoqi, what is photosynthesis?"

Before the system could even try to fool him, Jiang Chi squinted and pointed out, "But there's no light here."

The slight upward inflection at the end of the note, combined with the young man's cool voice, was like sake flowing over ice, making one's ears feel soft and numb.

The comments section was filled with people saying things like "Ahhhhh, I can't take it, my ears are pregnant!" and so on.

Upon hearing Jiang Chi's question, the little dumpling immediately showed an expression of disapproval, along with a subtle hint of doubt.

She pointed her short finger diagonally upwards: "The light is right here."

Jiang Chi looked up and followed the finger's finger to see an Ultraman toy displayed in a glass cabinet on that floor.

Jiang Chi: "..."

Hahahaha, just tell me you don't believe in light!

[Can anyone tell me how these stones, pine cones, and blow-dry pigs dare to be displayed next to a blue and white porcelain vase? Shocking!]

Jiang Chi sighed, deciding to cut to the chase. He pointed his long, slender fingers at the hair clip he'd removed from the coffee table. "You did this?"

Although the question was phrased in this way, it was stated with an affirmative tone.

The suspect, Chao, who was already feeling guilty and dared not look Jiang Chi in the eye, was so frightened that he raised his hands high to show his loyalty, "I...I didn't!"

Beep—

A pink bear clip flew out from the little dumpling's sleeve, tracing a perfect parabola before landing at Jiang Chi's feet.

The little dumpling with its hand raised fell silent.

Alright, caught red-handed.

Jiang Chi wanted to laugh, but his super strong ability to manage his expressions, ingrained in his DNA, allowed him to suppress the slight curve of his lips and maintain his unapproachable persona.

Chaochao made a final struggle, cautiously saying, "I...I didn't..."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Chi's long, strong hands gripped the little boy's armpits, lifting him up, and then—

It trembled in the air.

It's like shaking a winnowing basket to sift grain in a village.

The rain fell softly, like a rainbow shower.

One, two, three, four colorful little claw clips fell to the ground.

Jiang Chi sieved it again.

Beep—

Colorful candies rolled on the ground.

Add a sausage.

[Haha, help! What kind of bizarre scene is this?!]

[This pair is even funnier than Teng Yi and his son!]

I'm going to laugh so hard I'll collapse.