"!!!"

Chaochao's eyes widened suddenly.

Now that you've said that, I'm not sleepy anymore!

However, Chaochao fell asleep, holding half an unfinished Oreo cookie in her hand, her head tilted back, her mouth slightly open, with black cookie crumbs still stuck to the corners of her mouth.

Huo Qin couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he took out a tissue to wipe away the crumbs and closed the little dumpling's mouth.

Chaochao slept all the way to the front door. It wasn't until Huo Qin carried her inside and helped her take off her shoes in the entryway that the little dumpling slowly woke up.

She stood unsteadily on the marble floor, her eyes half-open, her mind still foggy. Like a robot following a programmed sequence, the first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to finish the half-eaten cookie in her hand.

Huo Qin: "..."

After finishing the cookies, Chaochao's mind also began to awaken as she chewed.

She looked around.

She seems to have been here before...

Her family also has those balloons...

A second later, the dazed Chaochao suddenly opened her eyes wide, now fully awake.

Oh, she's home!

She took Huo Qin's arm, changed into cotton slippers, and stared intently at the welcoming balloons lined both sides of the entrance hall. There were little bees, pigs, sheep, dogs... any balloons that were still inflated had come out, a total of about ten.

Chaochao's sweet, childlike voice was filled with joy: "You...you're all here? Did you come to welcome me?"

As Huo Qin changed his shoes, his indifferent gaze swept over the air flares, and he answered for them: "Yes, I guess so."

Aunt Ning, who was not far away, couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.

Despite his disdainful look, he arranged these balloons himself.

Chaochao's mouth was wide open, which made her look rather embarrassed.

Suddenly, the little dumpling's smile froze, and she pointed at the little white sheep balloon with a pained and surprised expression: "Sheep, how come you've gotten so thin?"

...Could it be that it's leaking a little air these past couple of days?

But Huo Qin didn't say anything, because immediately, the little dumpling looked at it as if it were perfectly natural, and touched the sheep's head to show her understanding:

"I know, it must be because I've been thinking about you so much that I've lost weight!"

Chaochao walked forward in her slippers and saw Aunt Ning in the living room.

"Auntie! I'm back!"

Aunt Ning knelt down and hugged the little dumpling, her voice loving and gentle: "Welcome home, Miss Chaochao."

She carefully examined the little girl's face and said with heartache, "Oh dear, your face has gotten so thin in just two days. Auntie has made you lots of delicious food to help you recover."

Sigh, what kind of nutrition does Young Master Chi make?

Miss Chaochao has really suffered.

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Chaochao touched her still chubby little face with her chubby little hands, and then raised her "thin" face with great confidence: "Then I'm going to eat an extra bowl of rice today!"

Huo Qin raised an eyebrow, “…”

Have you forgotten how many snacks you ate in the car as revenge?