His low, husky voice sounded both accusatory and helpless.
Chaochao waved her hand righteously: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!" She solemnly held up two fingers, "I'm not drunk at all."
Huo Qin was almost laughing in exasperation at her, and in the end, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Jiang Chi muttered to himself, "Oh no, oh no, has he damaged his brain?"
Hearing the voice, Chaochao looked over and stared at him for a while before confirming it was Jiang Chi. Suddenly, the little girl shouted, "Brother!"
Jiang Chi unconsciously straightened his posture: "...What's wrong?"
Chaochao said with great distress, "You can't say Peppa Pig is ugly, and you can't say it looks like a pink hairdryer!"
Jiang Chi never expected that this was the matter he cared about most. Adhering to the principle of not arguing with a drunk kid, he said, "...I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Chaochao didn't hear his apology clearly and continued, "It may be ugly, but it's very gentle..."
Jiang Chi: "...You said it was ugly."
Chaochao tilted her head, looking confused: "Did I say that?"
Her gaze suddenly fell on Old Master Huo, who was sitting to her right. The little girl stared at him for a while, and Old Master Huo coughed awkwardly, but a hint of anticipation rose in his heart.
They say people speak the truth when they're drunk, I wonder what he thinks of Chaochao.
Chaochao let go of the milk carton in her hand, climbed off the sofa and walked towards her grandfather, tugging at the old man's clothes to make him lower his head.
Under the old man's anxious gaze, she tiptoed and stroked his temples, smiling with great satisfaction: "Grandpa's hair's grown long—"
System: [My hair has grown long! My hair has grown long!]
Huo Qin's expression of utter despair immediately appeared on the old man's face.
Jiang Chi clutched his stomach and slowly squatted down, his shoulders shrugging: "Pfft, hahaha..."
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