After getting into the van, Brother Hong first contacted his team to keep an eye on the online activity, then asked, "Which house are we going to next?"

Jiang Chi closed his eyes for a short rest. Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment, a series of private residences flashing through his mind. After a long while, he opened his eyes and said wearily, "Let's go back to the old house."

Let's go back and check on Grandpa first.

Hong was taken aback, a little surprised, but he quickly instructed the driver to drive out of the city.

When they arrived at the park entrance, Brother Hong handed him the suitcase, saying, "Then I'll see you off here."

The security in this park is exceptionally strict, making it very difficult for him, an outsider, to get in.

Every time he comes here and looks at the ancient and luxurious mansion hidden in the woods, Brother Hong sighs at the diversity of the world.

"Take a good rest these two days. I'll come pick you up when I have other plans."

Jiang Chi took the luggage, gave a faint "hmm," and turned to walk inside.

Hong watched him leave, then sighed.

He would be so grateful if his ancestor would ever learn to control his temper.

When Jiang Chi opened the door at the Huo residence, he found the hall empty and deserted. The main ceiling light was off, leaving only a few dimly lit lamps.

What happened?

Jiang Chi glanced at his phone; it was not yet nine o'clock at night.

Grandpa, are you resting so early?

Suddenly, a continuous, faint buzzing sound drifted into my ears.

From far away to near, getting closer and closer.

Jiang Chi narrowed his eyes.

"So hungry...so hungry..."

In the dimly lit hall, a white shadow drifted past the foot of the sofa.

That's right, it just passed by.

When the white shadow reappeared from the corner, Jiang Chi saw that there were no feet under the snow-white skirt.

Jiang Chi: "..."

Damn, did he open it wrong? Did he just open Rashomon or the gates to the underworld?

I got goosebumps.

The ghost drifted along a strange path at a steady pace from east to west, muttering to itself, "So hungry... I'm so hungry..."

The sound grew closer; Ah Piao was coming.

Jiang Chi's hand, which was gripping the lever, stiffened slightly.

After all, I had never seen such a gruesome scene before.

Now that we're here, there's no escaping it.

When that figure drifted over from the darkness, Jiang Chi was taken aback.

Is this ghost starving and stunted?

Why are you so...short?

As she walked past him.

"Huh? Who are you?"

The little ghost spoke.

Jiang Chi was startled by her sudden outburst and pressed all the main hall light switches at the fastest speed he had ever done.

Swish—

The hall was magnificent and bright.

He looked over immediately.

...A little girl who is three or four years old?

She "floated" to the wall, gently touched it, then spun around and "floated" back.

His gaze fell on the little girl's skirt.

Under the bright lights, there were distinct shadows.

Jiang Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression wary: "Who are you?"

"I?"

The little girl first looked around curiously, and only when she realized that no one was around did she realize that the question was directed at her.

She suddenly grew half her height, and Jiang Chi, thinking she was about to mutate, immediately took a step back.

Then, the little girl hopped barefoot onto the ground, tilted her head back, and her deer-like eyes, as clear as sake, curved gently as she introduced herself in a sweet, childlike voice: "My name is Chaochao~"

Watching the robot vacuum slowly drive past, Jiang Chi fell into a long silence: "..."

After a while, Jiang Chi's gaze returned to the little ghost, or rather, the little winter melon.

Chaochao?

I've never heard of it before, and I've never seen it before.

Chaochao was also looking up at him, searching her memory: "Big brother, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Chaochao tilted her head and said.

Jiang Chi: "Tsk."

I never imagined I'd be approached by a three-year-old.

"Ah! I know!" Chaochao clapped her little fists. "You're that big brother who doesn't wear clothes!"

That handsome older brother on TV, who always seems so cold to me!

Jiang Chi frowned, a hint of irritation in his eyes: "...Who said I'm not wearing clothes?"

He's very virtuous, isn't he?

However, he glanced down at Little Winter Melon.

Why does this winter melon look so familiar?

Why are you here—?

Before he could finish speaking, the maids, who had been awakened by the commotion in the living room, all came out of their rooms.

"Oh dear, Chaochao, why are you standing barefoot on the ground? You'll catch a cold."

Aunt Song was terrified when she opened the door and saw this scene. She quickly ran over and hugged the little dumpling in her arms.

The maids around her also surrounded her, calling her "Miss Chaochao" and chattering with concern.

No one noticed him in the entryway.

A big question mark appeared above Jiang Chi's head.

His gaze fell on the little winter melon in the center of the crowd.

Miss Chaochao?

Could his parents, who travel the world, have given birth to a second child for him?

Amidst the chaos, a soft, adorable voice from Crayon Shin-chan chimed in: "Cleaning complete, time to recharge—"

The robot slowly went back.

The passing maid glanced at it suspiciously, then suddenly realized, "Oh dear, I forgot to turn off the timer!"

Jiang Chi: "..."

After finally putting slippers on the little dumpling, Aunt Song looked up and noticed Jiang Chi at the door.

Aunt Song exclaimed with delight, "Young Master Chi, you're back!"

Jiang Chi's coldness lessened slightly: "Aunt Song, it's been a long time."

"Come, come in quickly, the master will be very happy to see you."

Aunt Song greeted them, then whispered to Chaochao in her arms, "Chaochao, this is your brother, he is—"

Just then, Huo Qin and Old Master Huo opened the door and came downstairs.

Old Master Huo: "What happened?"

His gaze met Jiang Chi in the entryway, and he paused for a moment, “…”

He said he forgot something; oh, it was this.

Jiang Chi saw the two elders come down and greeted them, "Grandpa, Uncle."

His gaze couldn't help but linger on his uncle for a second.

Could it be?

Impossible, impossible.

Then he turned his gaze to Old Master Huo.

His expression began to look strange.

Could this three-year-old toddler be his aunt?

The next moment.

Chaochao, nestled in Aunt Song's arms, called out softly, "Daddy~" when she saw Huo Qin arrive.

Jiang Chi: "?"

Huo Qin took the little dumpling, his gaze sweeping over the suspicious milk stains at the corner of her mouth. "Why did you run out here instead of sleeping?"

Today, Chaochao naturally slept alone in her princess room.

The little dumpling blinked its innocent big eyes: "I'm hungry, I want some water."

It's basically just a tiny bit of peach milk mixed in.

At this moment, Old Master Huo coughed and said, "Jiang Chi, this is your uncle's daughter. Just call her Chaochao."

After saying that, he asked, still puzzled, "Didn't Bai Yuan and Xiao Xin tell you?"

Jiang Chi chuckled inwardly.

What do you think?