The Huo family driver watched this scene in shock from behind, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. As expected of President Huo, he had managed to deflect Miss Chaochao's words with just a few words.
Chaochao let go of Huo Qin's trousers and circled around him like a surprised puppy, finally stopping in front of him and grinning foolishly: "Daddy, did you come to pick up Chaochao?"
Seeing the child's happy expression, Huo Qin subtly curved his lips into a smile, uttered the first two characters of "Chao Chao's" name, and deliberately spoke lightly in the face of her burning gaze:
"Oh, just passing by on my way to the company."
Hearing this, Chaochao tilted her head to the side suspiciously, her clear almond-shaped eyes following the man's every subtle expression. When she caught a faint hint of a smile in Huo Qin's eyes, she immediately wagged her tail like a happy puppy and pounced on him a second time.
"Daddy, you're lying to a child! You've come to pick me up!"
The little dumpling's voice rose in a sweet, childlike tone, sounding happy and proud.
It's as if it's saying, "If I weren't so quick-witted and clever, I would have almost been fooled by you, Daddy."
This time, Huo Qin bent down and caught the little dumpling that was launched. He held it in his arms and weighed it lightly. He glanced at Chaochao, who was still shaking her head happily, but didn't say anything else.
He carried the little dumpling and walked towards the parking lot. Leaning on her father's shoulder, Chaochao watched the distance shrinking. The distance that usually took her a long time to walk seemed to be covered by her father in eight or nine steps.
Chaochao habitually picked up the food in her hand and put it to her mouth, only to realize that it was the very last bit of cinnamon roll left when it was almost in her mouth. Her mind immediately recalled all the scenes from just now.
"Sigh..." Chaochao sighed as she ate her cake, then called out to Huo Qin wistfully, "Daddy..."
Huo Qin walked steadily, not answering immediately, but glancing sideways at the little bundle of joy perched on his shoulder, his voice low and deep: "Not calling me uncle anymore?"
The little dumpling, who had suddenly become emotional and was sighing, readily agreed: "Uncle Huo."
Huo Qin paused upon hearing this, took the small cake from her hand, glanced at Chaochao's widening almond eyes, and narrowed his long, dark eyes slightly: "Call me Daddy."
Chaochao, with her hands empty: "..."
...Daddy, what do you want from me?
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