Little Youzi didn't know what he was laughing at, but he vowed: "Even if dad finds out this time, Little Youzi will take full responsibility and won't blame you. Little Youzi will take responsibility for what he does."

"Oh, okay." Ji Changmu curled his lips.

Although he is not very old, he is quite responsible.

He didn't want to take the blame anyway.

Mr. Qiao is very good at reprimanding people, and he is probably an extremely strict boss in the company.

I just don’t understand how someone as strict as Mr. Qiao could have such a lively and quirky daughter? She is not like Mr. Qiao or Mrs. Qiao at all.

"Little brother, why are you looking at me? You should be looking at the stage." Little Youzi found Ji Changmu looking at her.

"Suddenly I realized that you are quite funny." Ji Changmu laughed out loud.

It's really fun, like a little pet. The only difference is that she can talk, while pets can't.

Little Yuzi was angry, what does fun mean? How can you praise someone like this? It's okay to praise her for being pretty, but not for being fun. She's not a toy, let alone Duoduo.

On the stage, the performance begins.

The hosts are students from the student union, two boys in suits and two girls in evening dresses.

Students in the auditorium started taking photos one after another.

Ji Changmu was really not very interested in these things, and there were no ups and downs in his heart.

He was just slightly curious about what their school's party was like... With such curiosity, Ji Changmu kept watching.

Little Youzi watched it with gusto. There were not so many girls in their elementary school who were good at singing and dancing. Little Youzi liked watching the beautiful girls and handsome boys the most.

A group of college students are all around 20 years old, full of youthful vitality.

Little Yuzi stared at them intently, wishing to stretch her neck.

A little brother who played the flute came out and played a bamboo flute song. Little Yuzi stared at the little brother without blinking.

After reading it, I exclaimed: "Wow, this little brother is so handsome."

Ji Changmu glanced at the little guy sitting next to him with disgust. How handsome is he? Is there something wrong with his aesthetics? Everyone looks handsome.

Little Yuzi watched it with great interest.

She doesn't really like watching cross talk, mainly because she is young and can't understand it.

When the cross talk show started, she couldn't sit still and turned to look at Ji Changmu: "Brother, little Youzi wants to drink milk tea."

"No."

"Yes, yes, please go out and buy some."

"No."

"..." Little Yuzi got angry and muttered, "Obviously there is."

After the cross talk show came the magic show, which she didn't really like watching either. She just liked watching the little brothers and sisters singing and dancing.

Thinking about the milk tea in her heart, Little Youzi cried: "Brother, can you buy milk tea for Little Youzi? Otherwise, Little Youzi will leave."

"Okay, okay, what kind of milk tea do you want to drink?" Ji Changmu was impatient.

"Any kind will do, you know."

"I know what I know." Ji Changmu bent down and stood up, fearing to block the view behind him.

Ji Changmu went out.

Little Yuzi happily shook her calves, smiled and patted her thighs again. Oh, she forgot to ask her little brother to buy some more snacks.

Ji Changmu forgot to take an umbrella when he came out. He thought the snow outside was not heavy, but he didn't expect that there was a layer of white on the ground.

The heavy snowflakes were flying in the air, rustling, the wind was blowing the branches and leaves, and there was no one on the road.
Chapter completed!