The little dumpling, who was good at self-consistency, silently breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, she was only friends with Changchang, not with his mother.
The two families walked together along the forest path leading to the camp.
This main road is not narrow; it can accommodate four or five people walking side by side.
To avoid the process becoming too monotonous and awkward, the Wu couple would occasionally start a conversation, tactfully refraining from probing into each other's family situations.
Huo Qin responded succinctly with a sentence or two, his words concise yet watertight, leaving no room for error.
At first, Chaochao was able to follow her father without any distractions. The feeling of appearing on a variety show with her father was so novel that she was excited and immersed in it.
But it wasn't long before he was captivated by the wonderful flowers and plants by the roadside, looking around curiously.
Then they walked slower and slower.
Huo Qin turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the little dumpling who was already a step behind him. He paused for a moment, then his gaze lingered briefly on Jiang Chi beside her for two seconds.
Jiang Chi, who could automatically obey orders without even opening his mouth: "..."
I accept the order and will keep a close eye on Chaochao from behind.
After several rounds of inconsequential conversation, Tao Yunxiao seemingly casually brought up a famous local tea that had just been mentioned, leading to the introduction of a certain person:
"Chaochao's dad, do you know Hu Baiqing from Hu Yin Teahouse?"
Huo Qin, who had maintained a cold and aloof expression, finally raised his eyes, glanced at her expressionlessly, and said in a light voice, "Never heard of it."
Tao Yunxiao smiled and then introduced the Hu Yin Tea House in the capital, where the tea masters had exquisite skills and the tea had a fragrant and lingering aroma. He recommended that he try it if he had the chance.
Behind them, Jiang Chi subtly raised an eyebrow.
They were only a step apart, so their conversation naturally reached Jiang Chi's ears clearly.
Hu Baiqing?
In his memory, it seemed to be the Hu family, who monopolized the tea trade in the capital? It was said that they had been wealthy for nearly a hundred years and were among the most prominent families in China.
But compared to the Huo family...
Tsk, they're still far behind; they can't even get a chance to flatter.
Wu Shang chatted warmly about his family matters, while wondering to himself with a slight sense of unease, "Why are we walking slower and slower?"
Tao Yunxiao smiled faintly and steered the conversation toward the calligraphy and painting of a certain antique master in China, and then casually mentioned an auction house that had once auctioned the painting.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Huo, have you ever attended a gold auction?" she asked casually, as if it were just a casual chat.
Huo Qin's eyelids did not twitch.
His gaze was as calm as a deep pool of water, without even a ripple.
"No."
There are only two words.
As she finished speaking, a knowing look appeared in Tao Yunxiao's eyes through her thin glasses. She let out a sigh of relief with a smile, and then casually covered it up with other topics.
—The Gold Auction is an exclusive membership event, with assets starting at 1 billion yuan, and is the ticket to the upper-class circle of the wealthy.
Although she and Wu Shang were prominent figures in the literary world, with her being a bestselling author and a member of the Writers' Association, these titles were merely embellishments in the eyes of the truly powerful and wealthy. Her ability to establish herself in this circle relied on her family background—her grandfather's wealth rivaled that of the Hu family, and she had been influenced by them since childhood, which allowed her to enter the social circles of wealthy wives.
And Hochin...
They had never even heard of the Hu family, nor had they ever stepped foot in the Jin family.
—They were just an ordinary family, not even worth mentioning.
Tao Yunxiao deftly changed the subject.
Little did they know, the viewers in the live stream were all people who loved to watch the drama unfold, and they immediately started tagging the person involved.
[Hu Baiqing! What's wrong with you? Even President Huo doesn't recognize you. What does that mean? Are you not working hard enough?]
[Hu Baiqing, I heard you're quite famous?]
[You guys are all making jokes... but I've actually been to Hu Yin Teahouse. It's extremely difficult to make a reservation. Although the tea is delicious, the manager looks down on you...]
[Maybe he became a manager because he's good at appreciating the aroma of tea through his nostrils ]
[I just searched it up, and the entry requirements for this gold auction are so high they'd scare any ordinary worker to death; you need at least a billion yuan in assets...]
"Jin Yuan, even President Huo hasn't been there, so I won't go either. (Tsk tsk, shaking head)"
I'm not going to either of those places, not even if you beg me. Humph.
[Help! Hahahaha, I wonder what Hu Baiqing's reaction will be when he finds out!]
"Brother Changchang, look! This little bug can change shape at will!"
At this moment, completely letting go of her father and brother, Chaochao squatted on the ground, her eyes shining as she picked up a small brown ball and proudly shared it with Changchang.
Changchang, who had been listless, noticed that his little sister Chaochao was falling behind. He kept turning around curiously to look back, and finally broke free from his parents' hands and ran to the back to play with the little dumpling.
Changchang lowered her head.
The ball, about the size of a bean, nestled in her soft, delicate palm, somewhat resembling a snail shell with regular patterns. But upon closer inspection, one could sense its occasional trembling and tentative "transformation."
Changchang, who had never seen a pill bug before, opened her eyes wide with curiosity.
This wasn't the first time Chaochao had seen them; she had flirted with quite a few on her way here.
Before Changchang could react, she squatted back down, her little hand holding the ball suddenly raised high, allowing him to cautiously approach.
"This bug is very shy. It hides away and won't show itself if you touch it."
As she spoke, she couldn't wait to poke her kin in the grass. Seeing its insect body tremble and quickly curl into a ball, Chaochao stretched out its evil little hand and smiled with satisfaction as the number one "evil sword immortal" of Nanqiu Ridge.
"Sui Susu said to call it Uncle. You can touch it; it won't bite."
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