"Daddy...I...together tomorrow..."

When Chaochao woke up from that ten-square-meter bed, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

With her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, the little dumpling, lying on her back on the bed, stretched comfortably with a big yawn. Then, she rolled off the bed to the far left, and then gracefully rolled to the far right.

Miraculously, it always manages to stop itself just before it falls.

Huo Qin sat on the sofa chair by the bed, his outstretched hand ready to support the little dumpling, but repeatedly missed: "…………"

He only rested for about twenty minutes before he was almost fully recovered. The barely noticeable fatigue on his face disappeared, and he was so energetic that he didn't look like he had spent the whole morning playing with the kids, had just dealt with a bunch of important documents, and had sat in on two high-level meetings.

Oh, and I also managed to take some time to deal with my unreasonable old man at home.

The news of Chaochao's appearance at the amusement park has already made it into the top five of the trending topics list, and countless photos of the encounter have been circulating online. Even if Grandpa Huo doesn't use the internet much, it would be hard for him not to notice.

What's more, the Bilibili up-master he follows uploaded a new video. Upon hearing the update notification sound, Grandpa Huo immediately put down his documents, picked up his teacup, and started watching.

Only then did he realize that his precious granddaughter had been taken to the amusement park by Huo Qin without a word! He hadn't even told him!

Ten minutes earlier, Huo Qin held his phone, listening calmly as his grandfather pounded his heels in anger at home. Only after the old man had a moment to catch his breath after his tirade did he give a nonchalant "hmm."

If it were a video call, Old Master Huo would probably be even angrier at his infuriatingly calm demeanor.

"..." Old Master Huo was still angry, and he grumbled, "Where's Chaochao?"

Huo Qin: "Sleeping."

Only then did Old Master Huo notice that the man's voice was lower than usual, and his angry voice faltered, "Right next to you?"

"Um."

They should at least try to avoid it. What if they wake up his precious baby who's sleeping?

Since things had come to this point, Old Master Huo, who wasn't really angry, said a few words in a lukewarm manner and told Chaochao to go back to the old house next week before hanging up the phone.

The old man's eyes were filled with both love and regret as he scrolled through photos of Chaochao visiting the amusement park on the tablet in front of him.

But it was at this moment that he suddenly remembered that even though he had just deliberately made a fuss and argued, Huo Qin on the other side had listened to the whole thing calmly.

Previously, even when father and son discussed company matters with cold expressions, Huo Qin would often hang up the phone abruptly if there was a serious disagreement. Although he himself had a bad temper, Huo Qin's refusal to communicate always infuriated the old man.

Now that he's in this state, this kid still hasn't hung up on him?

Seeing that Old Master Huo had been sitting there holding his teacup in the same position for a long time, Aunt Song looked puzzled, but instead of asking directly, she smiled and said, "Master, is Miss Chaochao having fun?"

Startled by the noise, Old Master Huo snapped out of his daze and gave a mocking snort.

The arm that had been motionless for so long finally rose, and he calmly drank the now lukewarm tea, muttering with a complex expression, "That kid..."

On the ten-square-meter European-style bed in the magnificent castle of the amusement park, Chaochao, who had already spun around 36 times and rolled from one edge to the other, closed her eyes and rolled precisely back to the center of the bed.

Automatic parking complete.

Huo Qin, who witnessed the whole process: "..."

Could this little guy have an AI system installed on him?