Huo Qin looked down at the clothes in his arms and said nothing.

The sweatshirt is made of superior material, with excellent texture and craftsmanship.

But in reality, it was quite different from Huo Qin's usual ascetic style of wearing suits and ties.

After shoving the clothes she had chosen into Huo Qin's hands, Chaochao, seemingly unconcerned that the man would refuse, plopped down on the bed and began huffing and puffing as she battled with her clothes.

The system watching from the sidelines felt it was really risky. Even though President Huo had always doted on Chaochao, however—

The system, which had been secretly grumbling, fell silent.

The little head hidden under the clothes struggled to pop upwards, while Chaochao gripped the coat with both hands and pulled it down forcefully, "Heave-ho...heave-ho...come out...wait a minute..."

Then the little boy with the hood suddenly paused for three seconds, and his little hand reached out from under his clothes again, trying to pull his head out of the hole first.

Suddenly, a large hand descended from the sky, deftly removing the hoodie. The head, which had been trapped in the sleeve, was suddenly exposed to the light of day. With an even more messy, unkempt hairstyle, it blinked in a daze.

My first instinct was to touch my forehead.

Phew... It's so good that her boss is still around...

The feeling of being restrained just now was like Sun Wukong being trapped by the golden headband. Although there was no Tang Sanzang master here, there was her father.

Speaking of poop.

The little dumpling, as if she had survived a disaster, had a clear yet bewildered gaze that fell on the long, slender, fair hand in front of her, moving up the fingers one by one with distinct joints.

With her head tilted back, all she could see was Huo Qin's cold and sharp jawline.

Having already changed his clothes, Huo Qin reached out and freed Chaochao from her head being stuck. He half-closed his long, dark eyes, lifted her little arm and tucked it into his sleeve, while also supporting the little girl's head, which had been frozen in place for who knows how long, as it fell backward.

He raised an eyebrow, and while helping her get dressed, asked casually, "Still not awake?"

The little dumpling, being manipulated by others, looked dazed, but its tiny, laser-like eyes stared blankly at the man's face, following him like a shadow.

"Daddy...?"

Chaochao, who had been blinded by her father's good looks for the umpteenth time, murmured in a daze.

It wasn't just the dynasty that was shocked.

The system has been automatically muting the microphone for a long time.

"Um?"

A man's nonchalant reply came from above Chaochao's head.

At this moment, Huo Qin was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt that matched his outfit with Chao Chao. The loose pullover style covered his beautiful and strong shoulders and back, which highlighted his excellent head-shoulder ratio even more than a fitted suit.

Her half-dry black hair, still damp with a hint of cool moisture, fell smoothly over her forehead, subtly softening the sharpness in her long, calm eyes. Her half-closed brows and eyes gave her an air of languid ease.

To make it easier to dress the little one, Huo Qin bent his long legs in black casual pants, and the sweatshirt drew a smooth line down his slightly hunched spine.

It's truly a feast for the eyes.

If you completely ignore the imposing aura of authority emanating from him, then no matter how you look at him, you could easily mistake him for a male college student! He's like a high-IQ, award-winning, aloof academic genius walking around a university campus!

System: "vo-cal!!"

But it quickly came to its senses.

Who says Mr. Huo wasn't like this when he was young?

Wherever you put it, it will be the center of attention, right?

With her head covered by clothes again and her vision plunged into darkness, Chaochao could no longer see her father's stunning good looks. Finally, she vaguely came back to her senses.

A familiar male voice came from outside the clothes.

His calm tone carried a slight, rising sense of helplessness.

"From now on, when I put on my clothes, I'll put on the sleeves first and then the head."

While trying her best to tilt her head back, Chaochao, who was covered by clothes, muttered indignantly.

“I did what Daddy said… I stretched out my hand first, then my head…”

So when Huo Qin came back, he saw her with one hand sticking out of her neckline, wearing an off-shoulder dress and trying her best to squeeze into the sleeve – a classic scene.

Huo Qin let out a soft, ambiguous chuckle.

Chaochao, who had finally managed to peek out from under the collar, wanted to add a few words to defend herself, but as soon as she opened her eyes, the sunlight flooded in, and her father's flawless face instantly appeared before her.

A certain person who is obsessed with good looks instantly made peace with themselves after getting stuck in their hair.

"Hehe, Daddy!"

She personally picked out and coordinated these clothes for her dad!

Chaochao shouted happily and pounced into Huo Qin's arms with a burst of energy.

With an unchanged expression, Huo Qin steadily took her with one hand, letting her lean on his shoulder. Then, he stood up with the little girl in his arms and walked towards the door. His tall figure cast a faint shadow on the solid wood floor.

"Roujiamo or scallion pancake?"

"Yes yes yes check it out~"

Huo Qin paused as he walked downstairs and glanced sideways.

The little dumpling, humming a song leisurely while perched on its father's shoulder, tilted its head to look at him and said seriously, "I want a scallion pancake-flavored roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)."

Huo Qin: "?"

Aunt Ning only learned this morning that Mr. Huo wouldn't be going to the company today. She had already prepared breakfast for the father and daughter in the first-floor restaurant. Upon hearing footsteps, Aunt Ning immediately smiled and went over: "Sir, Miss Chaochao, come on over..."

Upon seeing Huo Qin's attire, Aunt Ning paused for a couple of seconds before realizing what was happening. But when she noticed that the two were wearing matching outfits, her smile widened, and she genuinely praised, "Sir and Miss, your outfits today are especially beautiful and eye-catching."

Upon hearing this, Chaochao immediately raised her little head proudly.

She took it!!

Aunt Ning, who arrived at the Huo family around the same time as Chaochao, was filled with endless emotions.

Mr. Huo, you really do look younger and younger.

Although the gentleman's face was already young and handsome, he always seemed to lack vitality in the past, but now he looks much more lively.

At the dining table, Chaochao, who was eating a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and a scallion pancake, finally remembered something when her eyes fell on a certain seat across from her.

She chewed her cheeks repeatedly: "Daddy...aren't you coming to the amusement park with us?"

Huo Qin: "He's not going, something's come up."

Jiang Chi did indeed have something to do. Brother Hong received a last-minute notice assigned to Jiang Chi early in the morning. The opportunity was extremely rare, and many top celebrities were vying for it but couldn't get a spot.

Therefore, Jiang Chi was packed up and sent away before he even woke up.

"Hoo~"

Chaochao sighed with slight regret, finished the last bite of the scallion pancake-flavored roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), wiped her hands, gulped down half a cup of soy milk, then slung the small backpack handed to her by Aunt Ning over her shoulder and rushed to the door.

The spirited little dumpling stood in the yard, turning back to urge them on.

"Daddy, let's hurry up, what if the amusement park doesn't wait for us?"

Huo Qin, still at home, glanced down at her unruly hair and then at the slippers on her feet. His lips twitched, but his expression remained calm.

"...Are you sure?"