While the first part of the statement may contain a little exaggeration, the last part is absolutely true.
Chaochao felt extremely sad at the thought of being separated from her father.
Seeing the little girl's flustered attempts to make amends, Huo Qin couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of tenderness softening his usually cold eyes.
Chaochao tugged at Huo Qin's arm again, "Daddy, let me go, please, please go, okay?"
Beep! The other party has sent you another 10 starry-eyed attacks.
In less than three seconds, Huo Qin was defeated.
The system thought to itself, "How come this villain isn't as hard-hearted as Aunt Ning?"
Huo Qin glanced at the little girl who was suddenly overjoyed.
He hummed in agreement and added, "But you have to listen to me."
Chao Chao sat up straight and solemnly: "Military orders!"
The next day, Xie Jingcheng walked out of Yingchuan School but did not see his own car, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Where are they?
Suddenly, a car two meters away rolled down its window, and the little dumpling's soft, chubby head popped out.
"Soprano Rice—"
Brother Jingcheng, are you surprised? Are you not?
The child's soft, adorable voice stood out prominently at the school gate, which was filled with high school students, attracting the attention of many onlookers.
Xie Jingcheng stood there, slightly stunned, unsure whether it was because of the little girl's sudden appearance or her overly confident, fake Peppa Pig English.
Meanwhile, the impatient Chaochao had already mustered all her strength to push open the car door and wave enthusiastically at Xie Jingcheng.
"Brother Jingcheng, get in the car quickly!"
This gesture brought the boy back to his senses, and Xie Jingcheng bent down and sat in the back seat.
I asked her, "Why are you here?"
The boy lowered his eyes, wondering if something had happened.
Chaochao rummaged through his schoolbag: "I've come to pick you up from school!"
Xie Jingcheng: ?
His face showed the same puzzled expression as Huo Qin's from the previous night.
Why pick him up?
Who should I pick up from school?
While still struggling with her schoolbag, Chaochao tried her best to flex her biceps.
Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
Exhausted.
Why isn't my bag moving? It's so heavy!
Xie Jingcheng didn't have many books in his bag; it was probably the thinnest-looking bag among the students who graduated at the same time...
However, each child is small and weak.
Xie Jingcheng sighed helplessly and took off his bag, placing it aside.
Chaochao glanced at the ungrateful Dabao next to her with a hint of resentment, then turned her head and smiled again.
"Brother Jingcheng, you must be tired from class today. Are you tired?"
Xie Jingcheng wondered if he was seeing things. The little dumpling's smile looked a little...kind?
"...Not tired."
"It's great that you're not tired! As a reward, Brother Jingcheng, you can eat an extra bowl of rice today!"
Xie Jingcheng tried to salvage the situation: "...What if I'm tired?"
Chaochao looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if wondering why he would ask such a silly question.
"If you're tired, then of course you should eat two more bowls!"
"..."
Okay, it seems I can't escape the curse of extra meals.
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