...and then it was accurately and thoroughly smeared on Old Master Huo's face.

As Chaochao blew the breeze, she watched the little flower umbrella slowly drift away, her eyes soft and clear.

Goodbye, you all must grow up well.

As most of the dandelion fluff was blown away, the face beneath it gradually became clear.

Chaochao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Whew, thank goodness it was Grandpa.

Old Master Huo opened his eyes at some point, and the little girl's gentle breath calmed his heart.

"Aren't you bored playing in the garden, you're just a child?" he asked.

Chaochao blinked. "Boring? Well...maybe a little..."

"But that's how I always play."

"The little flowers and grass are also very cute, and there are also dogs and cats..."

Grandpa Huo sensed something was amiss: "Didn't anyone play with you before?"

Chaochao was startled. She lowered her eyes and stared at her toes, her voice muffled: "Nobody... wants to play with me... Their parents won't let them... They all call me a little bastard..."

At first, the kids in the neighborhood liked her a lot, but after a few days, they gradually distanced themselves from her. Some of the older kids even grabbed her braids and called her a bastard.

When Chaochao came home, sobbing, he asked his grandmother what a bastard was. Grandma Zhou, who was still kneading dough, immediately flew into a rage, grabbed a rolling pin, and went to the homes of those children, giving them a thorough dressing-down.

"This is outrageous!!!"

Upon hearing this, Old Master Huo immediately exploded, his nostrils flaring like a bull's nose as he exhaled a few dandelion fluffs.

Chaochao was stunned.

Old Master Huo abandoned all pretense of a serious and profound image and started cursing loudly.

"My own granddaughter, Huo Guangcheng's!"

"Which bastard dares to say he's a bastard!"

"I'll bankrupt his entire family!!!"