etc.

Pei Yushen instantly realized that he seemed to have been tricked.

He gave a cold, smirking look. "No."

Hearing his reply, Chaochao regretfully stuffed the apricots back into her cloth bag. Although she really wanted to eat them, she said, "Brother Yushen, come find me again when you want to eat them."

Why go back to want something you already said you didn't want?

The boy pursed his lips and said nothing more.

At that moment, he didn't even realize that his originally calm mind had been stirred up in waves within just a few minutes.

Chaochao looked at him expectantly: "You really don't want to play?"

As she spoke, she looked around. The room was clean, tidy, and pretty, but there weren't any toys at all, and she was all alone. How boring!

Of course, the reason why the little dumpling wanted to play with him so much was because Huo Qin was at the company, Jiang Chi was at the studio, and Brother Jing Cheng and the others were at school... Oh, and Grandpa Huo had just broken his voice while singing and was resting and recuperating.

Although there are still Zhizhi and Xiaokui, Chaochao feels embarrassed to keep dragging them along to play whenever she thinks about how they also have jobs.

As Chaochao thought this, little did she know how devastated the servants outside would be if they heard her. They knew that the people who played with Chaochao's toys were always vying for the role, sob sob sob.

Pei Yushen couldn't understand why children were so obsessed with "playing," especially when they wanted to "play" with him.

Chaochao declared righteously, "Of course it's more fun to play together! That's called doubling the happiness!"

This time, the boy pushed his wheelchair to the window and refused to communicate.

Behind him, Chaochao forked a piece of cantaloupe and put it in her mouth, staring at his indifferent back with a puzzled look. Finally, she sighed and left the scene dejectedly.

But it seems like it's just a transition from behind the scenes to the forefront.

Pei Yu leaned back in his chair, staring coldly out the window.

Half an hour later.

A little dumpling slowly swayed to the glass, carrying a small shovel on its shoulder, a watering can in its hand, and a small cloth bag slung across its shoulder.

Finally, he took out a folding stool from under his armpit, placed it on the ground in front of the potted flowers, and then sat down leisurely, taking root directly in front of the glass.

Pei Yushen behind the glass: "..."