Three-and-a-half-year-old Chao Chao runs away from home because she is afraid of getting beaten up. She accidentally bonds with a system meant to redeem villains. Her task is to persuade villains t...
Chaochao sang with particular depth, full of emotion but lacking in technique. During the final chorus, she forced herself to sing it all in one breath, then choked on her own slurred speech.
"Cough cough—"
The silent Jiang Chi took the little dumpling, whose face was flushed from the spitting fire, off his shoulder.
Looks like I'll have to wash my hair today.
"I told you not to sing so fast, you sound like you're drunk..."
Jiang Chi helplessly patted Chaochao's back to soothe her as she coughed and bent over.
The fathers came over to thank Jiang Chi for his guidance. Although they still couldn't compare to Jiang Chi's singing voice, they had made great progress compared to two hours ago, and they were already very satisfied.
"After recording the theme song, we have a special segment to share," Director Zou said with a smile, bending down and gesturing for his team to turn on the live stream. "The production team has hidden eight colorful little flowers on the second and third floors of the Rongjin Shopping Mall next door. The first team to collect three flowers will receive an amazing reward!"
Leo raised his hand: "How amazing is it?"
Director Zou gave a mysterious smile, keeping everyone in suspense: "You'll find out when the time comes."
Standing inside the opulent Rongjin Building, Hao Guoli exclaimed in amazement, "Director Zou, is our production team so rich that we can afford to book two floors?"
Rongjin is one of the most profitable chain shopping malls in City B.
Director Zou, displaying an air of superiority, waved his hand and gave them only a smile, letting them figure it out for themselves.
What I was thinking was—
Hilarious! The owner of Rongjin is from the Huo family, and they just lent it to the production team.
At this time, at the Huo residence.
The large-screen TV in the living room was playing a live broadcast. Mr. Huo, the number one fan of Chaochao, sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea and blowing on it as he watched. Even after the tea had gone cold, he didn't drink a drop.
It's a good thing I didn't drink it, otherwise I would have spat it out...
The nanny brought fruit into the room. Pei Yushen tilted his head and listened for a while before suddenly asking, "Are they watching a live stream outside?"
The nanny hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes... Young Master Pei, would you like to go and take a look?"
The boy paused.
He pushed the wheelchair out of the room.
"Um."