Everyone frowned at her unreasonable attitude. "Is your son walking? He's clearly running around aimlessly and bullying this little girl. He's lawless. This hospital isn't owned by us, but it's not owned by you either."

The plump auntie was a little weak, and she rolled up her sleeves, ready to continue her close-up attack, but was stopped by security guards patrolling nearby.

It turned out that several people in the neighborhood had already complained about the two children chasing and fighting, and the security guards had also witnessed the argument. As a result, they took the fat aunt away, who wanted to continue arguing.

Seeing his mother being "invited" away by men who looked like police officers, the chubby boy, who had just stopped crying, started crying even more miserably than before, and his friends were also frightened into tears.

The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief and praised him in their hearts for "eliminating a scourge for the people".

Xie Jingcheng released his hand from Chaochao's ears, turned around, and strode towards the entrance of the inpatient department.

Even after being executed on the spot, the plump aunt protested indignantly as she walked away, trying to salvage her dignity: "How could such a big young man have the nerve to argue with a child?"

Chaochao perched on Xie Jingcheng's shoulder as his mother dragged him forward. When he turned around, his gaze met that of the little dumpling who was walking further and further away.

The little winter melon, who was the trigger for the accident, stayed quietly in the boy's arms.

Then Little Fatty heard the little dwarf gourd raise its head high.

"It's not that I can't walk, it's that my brother carries me! You don't!"

The little dumpling squinted and hummed, then reached out and hugged Xie Jingcheng's neck, nuzzling him. His proud little expression seemed to say, "What are you to me when I'm in my brother's arms?"

The system that imagined the subtitles was about to burst out laughing. Sorry, it's really rare to see my little Chaochao acting like this. To be honest, could it be that she learned it from... Yu Ci?

The silly, happy system suddenly fell into deep thought.

Will Chaochao learn a little bit from each of her older brothers in the future?

A beloved little villain who embodies the essence of countless villains?

As Chaochao finished speaking, the chubby boy opposite her was clearly stunned for several seconds. He turned around and followed his mother's footsteps, wailing, "Mommy, give me a brother and I want one, I want one right now..."

Xie Jingcheng could not possibly miss the little dumpling's arrogant snort, and a hint of helpless indulgence suddenly appeared in the boy's cold eyes.

The mother and son had been asked to move more than 100 meters away, and the tree-lined path finally fell into a long-lost quiet.

Finally having gotten her revenge, Chaochao turned around with a relaxed expression. As if by telepathy, she suddenly raised her head and looked over, vaguely seeing a pair of dark eyes behind the clear glass in the distance.

After a very brief moment of stunned silence, his indifferent, deep black eyes curved slightly toward her.