"Uncle, what's wrong with my sister?"

Chaochao frowned and asked with a serious expression.

This is indeed a very serious issue for her.

"Ah, this..." CEO Yuanze was caught off guard by the question. When he saw the chillingly calm gaze that CEO Huo was giving him, he immediately snapped to attention and rephrased what his supervisor had said, in a way that was more suitable for the constitution of a three-year-old child in China.

Then, things like a girl spilling wine on herself at work, both falling into the water, a boy saying the girl did something wrong, the girl refusing to admit it… these kinds of things, when heard by a certain child, become—

My sister was bullied!

None of you listened to your older sister to tell you if that's really the case! How could this be?!

That's so unfair!

The little dumpling got even angrier, and with that, it sprayed a whole nose full of anger at CEO Yuanze.

From the moment Huo Qin noticed that the little dumpling was paying extra attention to the girl in the conversation, he roughly guessed that her mold was mostly because of this "older sister," and this "older sister" should be the girl that Chaochao had been thinking about from time to time these days.

The CEO, innocently caught in the crossfire and glared at by the child's two dark eyes, rubbed his balding head and could only manage an awkward smile: "It's still unclear about this matter—"

Before he could finish speaking, the man, who had slightly raised his eyes, dropped his deep, calm voice directly to the floor—

"monitor."

The boss, who was hoping to get this over with quickly, suddenly stopped speaking.

Huo Qin, who was holding the child, turned his head and said calmly, "Didn't she say she wanted to see the surveillance footage? Check it now."

The young man, who had just recovered from the shock of discovering that Jiang Chi's sister, the three-year-old Chaochao who had gone viral online, was actually the heiress of the Huo Group, felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, and even trembled.

This surveillance footage is clearly something to be done!

"Mr. Huo, I think... let's forget about it."

The pretty boy, steeling himself, tried to dissuade him.

"I... I don't care about what she did, and besides, she's already gone, so I won't waste your time."

He was fine when he didn't speak, but once he opened his mouth, the silent crowd around him started looking at him strangely, including CEO Yuan Ze standing next to him.

Most of those present had been through a lot, and they could see right through the male celebrity's little schemes.

Unaware of the strange looks from the person next to him, the celebrity surnamed Mo nervously watched the man's reaction after he finished speaking.

Huo Qin glanced at the blushing male star without any emotion, then calmly reached out and pressed down on the little girl's head, which she had angrily raised. The face of the person in front of her was not suitable for her to eat.

His voice was steady, but carried a hint of cold mockery:

"Who are you to make decisions for her?"

To the point.

The manager, who was dragged onto the stage by the arriving general manager, had no choice but to nod and bow on the surface, no matter how much he was wailing inside: "Okay, okay, I'll order the security department to pull up the surveillance footage right away."

Upon hearing this, the pretty boy immediately turned pale.

Because Huo Qin was waiting, everyone else voluntarily waited with him, and no one left their seats.

However, the facts proved that everything the celebrity surnamed Mo and the supervisor said was untrue; the situation was nothing like what they described. The most controversial incident, the falling into the pool, was actually triggered by the girl being pushed down, leading her to instinctively pull the male celebrity into the water.

There were no other suggestive or ambiguous behaviors, and... judging from the surveillance footage, it should be this male celebrity who was posing like a peacock in heat.

After feeling the disdainful or meaningful looks from those around him, the pretty boy realized for the first time that he was doomed.

It's worse than being slapped in public.

It's no longer just depreciated, it's practically worthless.

After watching the entire surveillance video with her father, Chaochao's bright eyes gradually lit up with a small flame.

She clenched her fists, turned to look at the pretty boy, racked her brains, her face flushed, and finally managed to utter a curse in her childish voice:

"You, you, you stinky big cucumber!"

President Huo, who was always taken aback by the little dumpling's unexpected remarks: "..."

Who taught her such a worthless killing move?

If it weren't for the fact that he was facing a life-or-death situation, the pretty boy might have thought these words sounded like a compliment.

But his intuition told him, his head trembling, "I..."

I can't laugh at all.

Chaochao finally managed to put into practice the little bit of skill that her brother Jingcheng had taught her, and let out a hot breath.

After hurriedly figuring out what had happened, the general manager forced the supervisor to apologize, "Mr. Huo, I'm very sorry for the unpleasant experience. We will handle it for you immediately."

As he spoke, the general manager glanced meaningfully at the trembling pretty boy next to him, inwardly cursing his subordinates for not paying attention to screening and vetting, and for letting such a person in.

After bowing tremblingly and apologizing, the young man was escorted out of the venue by security personnel.

Some business owners who followed up on the progress with a supportive approach saw that the problem was solved, and their frozen minds were rekindled.

So now, is it possible to...?

The group of men and women, who were secretly excited, almost all felt that the farce was over, and it didn't matter even if the girl who should have apologized the most was not there.

Still nestled in her father's arms, Chaochao gazed quietly toward the courtyard gate. The wet shoe prints leading there faded and became fainter, looking from afar as if a layer of dust had been smeared on the ground.

Any later, and the "dust" would have been blown away.

Could it be that her sister left not because she was angry with her?

The little dumpling slowly blinked its brightening eyes, then rested its head on its father's shoulder and sighed softly. Its tufts of hair swayed, and its crystal-clear eyes were filled with bright worry.

Where did Sister Yu Ning go?

She had thought they could make up today...

Chaochao gazed in the direction of the door, lost in thought and worry.

Huo Qin looked down at her in his arms quietly.

It took Yu Ning more than ten minutes to walk out of the auction venue and onto the bustling street. Along with her, she also received many curious and puzzled looks from passersby.