Number one at fooling children? Jiang Chi: "He went to work in the city."
The little dumpling let out a long "woof," and then said, "Then remember to come back and visit... don't get lost, okay?"
Chaochao thought of Leibao's older brother's grandmother.
She thought of her dad at home.
Before the guests go to bed at night, the production team will temporarily return their phones.
Chaochao tapped on her smartwatch and dialed the first number.
"Hey, Daddy~"
Huo Qin stared at the little dumpling on the screen, nestled in bed, smiling sweetly.
"Um."
He responded softly.
Chaochao: "Daddy, I miss you so much!"
The little dumpling started asking if he had drunk milk tonight, what dishes Aunt Ning cooked, whether the grass had bloomed, and so on. Then she started chatting with him about his experiences today, especially about being bullied by the chickens, which she repeated two or three times.
“Understood,” Huo Qin said in a deep voice, with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Then send them to KFC to be made into a family bucket.”
Chaochao's angry little expression froze. "I... let's just forget about it."
Then I heard her say:
"Isn't McDonald's good?"
"Oh no, no!" Chaochao shook her head, trying to shake off the evil thought.
She was kicked, but that doesn't warrant someone killing her for it...
Huo Qin's lips twitched slightly, but he couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Don't pick your toes."
Chaochao was startled and immediately put her feet down, her head turning around in fright.
How did you see the poop?
She was clearly picking at it from the corner of the bed.
Chaochao suddenly remembered that her brother had said that morning that the person behind the "black pig" could see her.
Huo Qin was still asking, "Are you getting used to living here?"
"Wow, I'm a little adult now! This place is so much fun!"
It was late at night, and the little dumpling was a bit sleepy. "Daddy, I want to go to sleep now."
There's still one thing I haven't done.
Chaochao got up, moved closer to the mobile camera, and made it lower its head a little more—
The little dumpling gently hugged the camera, its soft face suddenly close to the lens, and sweetly made a "mua" sound.
"Goodnight, Daddy~"
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