The truth is, you can still squeeze your stomach a little.

Chaochao, who hadn't eaten Aunt Ning's food for two days, ate heartily at the dinner table, but when Huo Qinke took half a bowl of rice from her bowl, she looked at him with a hint of resentment.

However, after Huo Qin peeled a shrimp and fed it to her, the little dumpling immediately stopped complaining and happily picked up the last grain of rice from the bottom of the bowl.

The TV said, "Every grain of rice is hard-earned!"

After a good lunch, Chaochao felt sleepy again.

Before her afternoon nap, she first went to the garden to catch up with her old friend Huihui, then checked on the progress of the orchid's blooming, and finally went upstairs to sleep satisfied.

While Chaochao was fast asleep, the Songxian County police issued a police report with blue background and white text, the gist of which is as follows:

On June 5th at approximately 4:40 PM, following a report from the victim and a tip from concerned tourists, it was discovered that husband Qian Moumou had been repeatedly beating, imprisoning, and abusing his wife Cao Moumou. Cao Moumou's injuries were assessed as minor injury level one. Furthermore, Qian Moumou had been abusing and beating his 7-year-old daughter, Qian Moujing… Cao Moumou has filed for divorce… The suspect, Qian Moumou, has been arrested. The case is currently under further investigation, and the public security authorities will pursue the suspect's legal responsibility according to law, resolutely safeguarding the legitimate rights and interests of the victim.

Within two hours of the announcement being released, it had garnered over 100 million views and was widely shared by major social media influencers.

The majority of comments were cursing and condemning Qian Lao Er's scumbag behavior, while others encouraged Cao Xiaoyun and her daughter to bravely start a new life and get rid of the shadow of the abusive husband as soon as possible.

While Cao Xiaoyun was receiving treatment in the hospital, she also asked someone to present banners to the Liang Beibei program team and the Paw Patrol team in Hongyao Village.

Two pictures have been updated online.

One photo shows six dogs, led by Xiaotian, sitting around a bright red banner that reads "Heroic Act," grinning and sticking out their tongues at the camera.

One photo shows Director Zou accepting the banner with a bewildered expression, staring blankly at the program's assistant director.

Comments below.

[Hahaha, say it with me: Paw Patrol did a great job!]

[Did Director Zou just crawl out of bed? Haha]

The dogs are so cute, they're smiling at me! *sobs*

[Upstairs, are you sure it's not because there's a big bowl of bone marrow under the flag? [doge emoji]]

Why wasn't Mr. Jiang, the enthusiastic tourist representative, given a gift? hhh

At this moment, a tourist named Jiang was leaning back on the sofa in the studio, casually scrolling through his phone.

He originally planned to go straight home, but Brother Hong dragged him to the company and said he had some work to handle.

"This is what you call a job?"

Jiang Chi's gaze was cold.

"Isn't this serious?!" Brother Hong was so angry after seeing some of the comments that he jumped up and down.

Some of Jiang Chi's mindless haters ignore the fact that Qian Lao Er committed violence, and instead criticize him for forcibly entering a private residence without the owner's permission, or for behaving too violently...

There were quite a few of these comments.

Hong wanted to smash his phone, but remembering it was brand new, he slammed his fist on the table instead, yelling, "Are people who say things like this dogs at a time like this?!"

Jiajia disagreed, saying, "Brother Hong, the dog has done a great job!"

In short, these keyboard warriors are not even as good as dogs.

"..."

He forgot.

Brother Hong: "They're just a bunch of paramecia!"

Hong was furious, while Jiang Chi, the person involved, remained much calmer.

His fingertips hovered over the phone screen, but his eyes were unfocused as he pondered something.

He won't find his luggage left at the door when he gets back, will he?

He had been with Chaochao for the past two days while filming the variety show, but now that they had been separated for several hours, Jiang Chi felt strange not seeing the little dumpling anywhere he looked.

He doesn't care about the negative comments online at all.

Hong, who had just finished hurling insults, turned around and saw a slightly agitated young man tapping his finger on the screen, constantly refreshing the trending topics.

"..."

Seriously? It's only been four hours, why are you acting like a weaned baby?

There was a knock on the glass door.

Is Mr. Jiang here?

A deliveryman in a yellow jacket peeked out and asked a question.

With her keen sixth sense, Jiajia alertly raised her phone to record the video.

The young man spotted the big star sitting on the sofa at a glance.

"This is a banner specially made for you by Ms. Cao Xiaoyun." He took out the banner from behind his back, solemnly unfurled it, cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"Mr. Jiang Chi, your insights are truly profound, and you are dedicated to helping people and saving lives!"

"Sincerely, Cao Xiaoyun!"

The voice was very loud, with clear intonation and penetrating power, and all the passing employees could hear it.

"..."

The three people in the studio were speechless for a moment.

Jiajia's mouth dropped open in surprise, admiring her own intuition; it was a real shame she wasn't a paparazzi.

Seeing that Jiang Chi hadn't moved for a while, the young man reminded him, "Mr. Jiang, is that your banner?"

Jiang Chi: Thank you, this isn't a banner, it's a social death warrant.

Hong Ge had recovered from his shock by now, his eyes shining, and he clapped his hands sharply, "Jiang Chi, answer it quickly!"

Jiang Chi glanced at him lazily.

How should I receive it? Should I kneel down to receive it?

It wouldn't do to keep people waiting, so Jiang Chi got up, accepted the banner, and thanked the young man.

The deliveryman was somewhat flattered.

Jiang Chi was actually quite polite.

Before Jiang Chi could put it down, Brother Hong caught up with him, saying, "Wait, wait, let me take a picture of you."

Jiang Chi refused decisively: "No."

He didn't want to end up like those dogs and Zou Shilin, foolishly posting online.

Brother Hong coaxed, "This is at least Ms. Cao's kind gesture, her sincere gratitude! It would be heartless of you not to respond."

Jiang Chi's peach blossom eyes swept over him with a cool indifference: "Haven't you figured out what kind of person I am after these past two years?"

Brother Hong: "..."

At this moment, Jiajia also spoke up: "Brother Jiang, just take a picture. It's so rare to receive a banner like this. You can brag about it to your friends for ten years."

Back then, her cousin's glorious feat of being chased by a Tibetan Mastiff for over ten streets until the dog finally collapsed from exhaustion was something she boasted about from elementary school to university, and she was always the best at winning in every comparison with her classmates.

Jiang Chi—shamefully, fell for him.

He unfurled the banner again, faced Brother Hong, and sneered, "Take a better picture."

Hong looked at Jiajia in amazement.

Jiajia, you rascal, no, that's not right.

You're a great girl, well done!