Chaochao clenched her fist in regret: "..."

I sat on the bench and got angry for ten seconds.

Then Lei Bao from next door brought over a skewer of roasted potato chips, and he happily started munching on them.

In the center of the camp, the leaping campfire crackled and popped.

After dinner, the production team gave each family a commemorative photo album, which recorded precious moments of the children from each episode.

Chaochao was sitting in the tent, enthusiastically helping her dad turn the pages. However, the first page she opened was the infamous "Fighting Chicken Going Crazy Picture," and the little girl fell into a strange silence for a few seconds before turning the page again—

The second side is a photo of her bending over to plant rice seedlings in the field.

Chaochao: "..."

She held her breath and flipped through it again.

The third picture is of her going begging with the Paw Patrol.

When Chaochao recalled Xiaohei and Xiaohua who had taken special care of her back then, a nostalgic and sentimental smile immediately appeared on her face.

His gaze shifted downwards.

It's a photo of myself with my face covered in tomato juice, mouth open, lying face up in my brother's arms, seemingly "fainted".

Chaochao's expression froze: "..."

Was she really like that back then?

The little dumpling flipped through the commemorative photo album faster and faster, her expression growing increasingly solemn as she read, occasionally breaking into a smile but mostly remaining silent.

Huo Qin let her flip through the pages without interfering. He just listened to the gradually slowing rustling of the pages turning. He looked down and saw the little dumpling tilting her head back and falling asleep peacefully in his arms.

I don't know when I got so sleepy from watching it.

He paused slightly, then silently picked up the photo album that was spread out on the mat and carefully and slowly turned the pages.

The production team really showed their conscience; the photo album has been documenting the scene of everyone sharing dinner up to today.

Huo Qin stared at the newly printed photo, a barely perceptible smile appearing in his deep black eyes.

During dinner, Huo Qin left for two minutes. At that time, Chao Chao, whose mouth was full, was attentively helping him put away the chopsticks that had been accidentally knocked askew.

The photo captures that moment.

After a moment, he closed the album and then flipped through it from the beginning.

The chirping of cicadas, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, filled the surroundings, and the night was as boundless as a long sea.

Jiang Chi stood quietly outside the tent, shifting his gaze to the dark sky.

A dimly lit room, old chairs and stools, a bound posture.

To be honest, even when the door was opened, he never imagined that his uncle would accept the way the program team had arranged for him to appear.

The name of the former mistress of the Huo residence is an unspoken taboo within the Huo family. The high-society kidnapping case that shocked the entire city's police force eighteen years ago has long been sealed away along with the case files.

No one knew the kidnappers' true purpose better than him, and no one knew how fifteen-year-old Huoqin had stepped out of that ruin alone.

As the night breeze blew by, Jiang Chi suddenly chuckled softly.

Fortunately.

—Now, finally someone has come to save him.