"Jing! Cheng! Brother! Brother!"

The little dumpling, with two rosy cheeks, greeted someone with a strong voice, startling Xie Jingcheng across from her, who was left speechless and unsure whether to say what he wanted to say.

The little drunkard, Chaochao, chatted incoherently with her brother about seeing him in the competition photos. "Brother Jingcheng is so handsome! Chaochao loves him so much! But he looks a little lonely. Is he unhappy with his friends...?"

Then the channel shifted, and she started crying and complaining that her dad thought she ate too much and told her to eat less. When she heard this, she got so angry that she said she would only eat one bowl of rice for lunch tomorrow. If she ate even one more bite, she would be a little puppy. But less than a minute later, she put on her children's watch and said sadly, "Even puppies need to eat!"

Huo Qin rubbed his temples and took a sip of water with a numb expression.

The little dumpling not far away was getting upset, her little fist pounding the carpet in frustration, each punch barely expressing her grievances: "Waaah, you clearly said you could afford to raise Chaochao, and she could eat as much milk and rice as she wanted, but now you're complaining that I'm eating too much... Hmph, Daddy's a heartless man..."

The unfaithful man, Huo, took another sip of water with a numb expression.

I can't control her anymore, let her be.

Xie Jingcheng, who had been unable to get a word in edgewise, was forced to listen to the "secrets of the Huo family." He thought to himself that Jinglan had not yet been released, and since the Xie family was still a partner of the Huo family, President Huo would not kill him to silence him... right?

When the family doctor arrived at the Huo residence, Chaochao, who had been battling with all sides for a long time, was clearly exhausted and was sitting on the sofa, swaying back and forth like a chubby roly-poly toy.

Her last act of defiance was not lying down on the spot.

After examining the Huo family, the doctor reassured them, "It's nothing serious. Chaochao didn't have an allergic reaction, and she didn't ingest much alcohol. She'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"If you're really worried, you can give her more water, which can help relieve... uh symptoms." The doctor looked at the little girl clinging to her arm and calling out "Dear Angel Sister" and hesitated before uttering that word.

If it weren't for her professional ethics as a doctor holding her back, she would have already reached out and patted her little head.

Jiang Chi, who was watching, breathed a sigh of relief, then crossed his arms and sighed, "What a pity..."

The little dumpling's symptoms are quite amusing. Thinking of the scene just now, Jiang Chi couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

Grandpa Huo gave him a cold glare. "If you can't speak properly, go back to your room." He just wanted his sweet granddaughter to wake up quickly. The old man prayed anxiously while unconsciously touching his hair.

Huo Qin took the water from Aunt Song, and just as the rim of the cup touched Chaochao's lips, she picked her up and gulped it down.

She hugged the cup, lowered her head, and rested her forehead directly on the rim of the cup: "Daddy wants to sleep..."

Huo Qin pulled the water glass out with a little force: "Almost there, you still need to wash up first."

Chaochao blinked, feeling a hazy voice echoing in her ears. After a while, she raised her head, realizing she was already in bed, though a little cold. She pulled the blanket up to her neck and mumbled, "Sleep, sleep..."

When Huo Qin returned, he found that Chaochao, who had been lying on the sofa, had vanished without a trace.

His gaze shifted downwards and landed on the little dumpling who was fast asleep under the carpet.

Huo Qin: "…………"