"As for the favorability rating, your son gets 15%, the eldest prince gets 40%, the second prince by Daming Lake gets 25%, and the third prince gets 15%."

Folian looked at the small notebook in her hand, and started talking like a machine gun, then closed the notebook.

He closed his eyes with an air of seriousness, put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and began to speak earnestly.

"The revolution is not yet complete, comrades must continue to strive! 077, keep it up! I believe you'll always be the fattest one, oh no, the best one!"

Seeing Helian Si's increasingly suggestive expression, as if he wanted to devour the lotus, Fo Lian quickly changed her tune and showered him with compliments to salvage her slip of the tongue.

Heavenly Father, why does 077 seem to be getting more and more ferocious after coming to this page?

What a terrible thing! What a terrible thing!!

Helian Si blinked, then tossed his blanket aside, no longer holding it, and stretched out his two chubby little hands.

She counted on her chubby fingers, and finally her rosy little face furrowed, as if she had realized something was wrong.

Startled, the lotus floating in mid-air, slurping its iced Americano, had all its petals standing upright. No, this shouldn't be happening; I didn't miscalculate the data.

Just as Folian was about to cautiously pull out her little notebook to check the data again in a panic, she saw the little girl who had been hanging her fluffy little head...

She quietly stretched out her fair and tender little feet from under the blanket in the bedroom, then started counting again while muttering to herself, fiddling with her chubby big toes.

Buddha Lotus: "..."

It felt it should recalculate not just the favorability ratings, but also whether its hand trembled when it subtracted half of 077's IQ.

It might not be half, but more than 90%, who knows? Otherwise, how could 077 have become so stupid?

Finally, under the extremely strange and speechless gaze of Buddha Lotus, Helian Mou Sisi finally understood. With a kick of her tender little white feet,

The little one plopped down on the soft bed, her small body falling flat, her little face beaming with bright, grape-like eyes.

She spun and spun, until finally, all that could be heard was a soft, sweet sigh from the little girl.

"Oh dear~ It's too hard, too hard, it's really too hard."

Hundreds of years have passed, and the little one's affection level towards himself is only 15%. Look at his gentle older brother, who has 40% affection!

Then look at the sickly second prince by Daming Lake. He loves to eat pretty dolls, and his favorability rating is already 25%!

And look at that third prince, who hasn't even met me a handful of times in total, yet he already has a 15% affection level for this little cutie!

Looking back at my own little one...

The little girl pouted, sniffed, and her rosy cheeks scrunched up like a bitter little gourd.

Looking back on those days, the scorching sun beat down like fire, and I, the most adorable little thing in the universe, was holding up a bright green banana leaf.

With short legs, she tirelessly and undeterred by the sun ran to find her own child, just to try and gain favor with him.

And then, and then!

In the end, the favorability rating was still a pitiful 15%.

Sisi's little mouth twitched, her little eyes reddened, her little nose tingled, and glistening tears were about to fall.

Is my little one's heart made of stone? No matter how I try to warm it, it won't get warm! Waaaaah, your little cutie is sad, like she's about to cry!