Then a subtle hint of interest appeared on his lips.

He held it to Chaochao's lips, but the little dumpling was still in a daze and hadn't come to her senses.

Huo Qin chuckled casually, yet with a hint of coaxing—"Here comes the little cake."

The slightest fluctuation in his otherwise flat tone was already his biggest concession.

As soon as the last word was uttered, Huo Qin heard the sounds of hurried doors closing and hurried footsteps coming from upstairs and downstairs almost simultaneously.

Huo Qin, who was slightly pinching his nose for the first time in thirty years: "..."

His cold gaze swept over a closed door on the second floor.

Jiang Chi quietly opened the door and picked up the slippers that had accidentally fallen off. He had just put them on when he unexpectedly met Huo Qin's deep gaze, which seemed to look at a dead object.

Jiang Chi: ...Should I gouge my own eyes out now to show I didn't see anything? ...It seems like my ears need to be ruined too...

The system felt relieved, thankful that President Huo couldn't see it, otherwise its future would have been uncertain.

The little dumpling, dazed from the shock, obediently opened its mouth and took the cake back in its mouth. With unconscious chewing movements, it gradually came to its senses.

The frequency of her pink cheeks trembling increased.

So there are eggs-shaped poops on Earth.

She had hoped to see the cow egg hatch into a calf...

After finishing the last bite, Chaochao sighed regretfully.

Then he jumped off the sofa to pick up another small cake.

She wants to watch the whole thing again!

It's good to see how Niu Niu poops round poop, hehe...

The little dumpling, who had quickly found a new way to amuse herself, wiped her hands with a soft hum, then suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Huo Qin with a puzzled expression.

"Daddy, what did you just say?"