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nHuo Chenyu and Huo Yao: “…”

nWhat?

nDo you go to the toilet in groups or what?

nHuo Yao laughed angrily. Seeing that her mouth was full of food yet continued to make up excuses calmly, he suddenly thought that his silly daughter did inherit some of his genes.

nAt least the way she lies through her teeth resembled his demeanor when he was younger.

nHuo Chenyu was half-amused and half-angry as he held her hand, he just couldn’t take her jerky away when she looked so satisfied while eating it.

n“Go to bed,” Huo Chenyu bent down and grabbed the puppy with a smile, “And your dog.”

n“Don’t forget it.”

nThese two crawled around the living room like mice.

nBut they looked quite cute.

nHuo Yao pursed his thin lips and frowned and noticed the laptop behind Huo Chenyu. He glanced at the little thing lying on the floor and said, “Let’s go, I’ll get you back to bed.”

nYe Sang replied with a soft “okay” and climbed up with her jerky, wobbling behind Huo Yao as if nothing happened.

nIt was rare to see that Huo Yao let go of her eating food sneakily tonight, and the little thing couldn’t help but roll on the bed happily and generously share her jerky.

n“Daddy, do you want some?”

nHuo Yao glanced at her in disdain, “No thanks.”

nJunk food.

nOnly children like it.

nAlthough everything at home was imported, it didn’t stop Huo Yao from disliking it.

nYe Sang humphed.

nIf he doesn’t want it then she won’t share it with him.

nHuo Yao narrowed his eyes and laid lazily in his chair, then quietly studied the little thing in front of his eyes.

nYe Sang tilted her head to the side slightly and said ‘good night’ softly. Then she rolled in bed and drooped down her head, crawling under the blanket, and fell asleep.

nThe man smiled a little.

nWhat a big-hearted little girl.

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nThe little thing laid lazily in bed and had a good night of sweet dreams.

nHer happy little expressions made her look like she was wagging her tail.

nIn the morning, everyone in the Huo family was busy. After the little thing woke up, she saw all the maids rushing back and forth, not knowing what they were doing.

nShe rubbed her eyes and puffed her cheeks in confusion.

n“Brodda brodda, hug…” The little thing nudged over and looked at all the busy maids in confusion.

nHuo Chenyu stared blankly for a second and then rubbed the top of Ye Sang’s hair, making it messy, “Why did you get up so early?”

nThe little thing looked up slowly and her brother took her somewhere else.

n“W-What’s happening?” The little girl pulled her dress a little and blinked.

nHuo Chenyu looked downstairs and pointed towards Old Master Huo, telling her to look over there.

n“What…” Ye Sang mumbled and saw a grandpa with a white beard talking to her grandpa.

nShe didn’t know what they were talking about but their neck and face were red from the heated argument, and they looked like they were going to start a fight.

nThere were quite a few people sitting next to them. Uncle Shen, Yan’an, and Shen Yao… and their mother.

nThey were all there.

nIt was the little girl’s first time seeing so many people and she was a bit scared.

nHuo Chenyu sensed her nervousness and smiled a little, explaining to her in a small voice, “He’s a teacher who researched quite a lot into paintings.”

n“Grandpa wanted to let him teach you.”

nBut…

nWho would’ve expected someone cutting in?

nThe boy’s gaze on Shen Yao grew colder.

nMr. Ye fumed as he fought with Old Master Huo strongly, “I am rather famous in the upper class, don’t I get a choice in picking my student?”

nThe Ye family was a literary influential family and Old Master Ye’s talent in paintings was at the peak.

nWhen Old Master Huo heard his granddaughter’s suffocating pronunciation, “brodda”, he immediately decided to get some teachers to teach her.

nBut he didn’t feel reassured enough with normal teachers.

nOld Master Ye just happened to have a good relationship with him and so he called him over as he wanted Old Master Ye to teach his granddaughter.

nHowever, that girl from the Shen family came first.

nOld Master Huo was furious.

nThe pair of good friends started a fight just like that and fought for themselves.

nThe older generation was talking and Huo Yao and the others couldn’t intervene.

nShen Yao remembered how Old Master Ye complimented her and pursed her lips in joy, even her eyes were filled with smiles.

nThat’s what she thought…

nWith her talent in paintings, Old Master Ye would definitely take her as his student.

nShen Shanshan also hugged her daughter in joy, kissed her, and smiled happily.

nHer daughter had always been smart and she had begged Shen Chuchen to bring them here, how could she miss such a good chance?

nAfter all, Old Master Ye played a critical role in the wealthy circle of families.

nIf Old Master Ye really took Shen Yao as his student, they wouldn’t have to worry about others looking down on them, would they?

nAs the mother and daughter were immeasurably self-satisfied, they didn’t notice Shen Chuchen and Huo Yao exchange a glance with each other. They both looked at them coldly.

nHuo Yao’s lips curved up coldly. His voice wasn’t loud but they could hear it, “You came to our Huo family just to steal my daughter’s teacher?”

nThe smile on Shen Shanshan’s face froze as Huo Yao’s interrogation caught her off guard.

nShen Chuchen didn’t plan to save her from the situation at all and he even looked like he was ready to watch the drama unfold on the side.

nHe didn’t think that the pair of mother and daughter were so shameless.

nWhen they came to the Huo family, Shen Yao immediately used a writing brush and demonstrated a simple ink splashing painting in front of Old Master Ye. Although that painting wasn’t shockingly good, it was rather talented for a six-year-old.

nShen Chuchen followed, “Sister, it looks like you forgot why I brought you here?”

nThe two noblemen coldly looked at them together.

nDespite Shen Shanshan’s strong mind, she couldn’t help but feel cold sweat starting to form.

nShen Yao saw it and clenched her teeth slightly, looking up and replied crisply, “Uncle, you taught me that we have to win things with our own skills and admit it when we lose, didn’t you?”

nThe six-year-old girl stood there in a long blue dress, looking neither servile nor overbearing.

nHer eyes were arrogant and willful, but she was calm enough.

nShe indeed had the qualities to be the female lead.

nShen Chuchen’s face turned cold and fixed his gaze on her wordlessly.

nHe underestimated this little girl.

nIt looked like he hadn’t beaten her enough.

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nThe little thing yawned softly, unaware of the tension downstairs.

nShe looked up at her brother with her baby fat-filled face and saw his expressionless face, she whispered, “Brodda, what’s wrong?”

nHuo Chenyu snapped back and glanced at his heartless sister, he suddenly felt angry.

nWhat’s wrong?

nSomeone stole her teacher, can’t she look more determined to win this?

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