"Chaochao, haven't you taken a stroll in your little garden in a while?"
The little dumpling nestled on the sofa said, "No, I looked at it once this morning."
"Just once? You used to go three or four times a day?"
"It's alright, they've all grown up and will take care of themselves," Chaochao replied without even thinking.
Jiang Chi paused for a moment: "Is that so..."
Although he didn't know who they were referring to, his gut feeling told him it was best not to ask.
As he pondered how to divert Chaochao's attention, his phone beeped with a message notification. It was Brother Hong urging him to get back to his Weibo account after more than half a month of activity, followed by a string of crying emojis.
Jiang Chi: "..."
He finished editing the text and was about to take a picture when he suddenly looked at the little girl beside him and handed her his phone: "Chaochao, can you take a picture for me?"
The little dumpling, its eyes glued to the TV, barely managed to turn around. "How do we film it?"
"Just click that button."
Jiang Chi was confident in his face, which could be described as flawless from every angle.
Chaochao took the phone, snapped a picture of her brother's handsome profile, and handed it back. Jiang Chi observed her unmoved face and knew that his honey trap had failed.
He clicked his tongue and casually clicked send.
Then, not long after, they were bombarded with news.
Jiang Chi frowned and raised his hand to open a screenshot sent by Jiajia at the top.
His Weibo post from ten minutes ago was, as always, concise: 【Recently】
No problem.
However, what was attached below the text was—
Chaochao's selfie with her perfectly round face, without any sharp angles.
She didn't even look at the camera with either of her eyes.
Jiang Chi stared at the picture for a long time: "…………"
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