While drinking with the Huo family relatives, Xie Chen received a call from abroad.
He swiped to answer, intending to ask what was going on, but a shout came from beside him.
"Little Ye's uncle, are you chickening out?! You're already pretending to be drunk after this little booze? Let me show you how it's done!"
Xie Chen scratched his head helplessly and got up to the balcony outside the dining room. Only after it was finally quiet around him did he ask, "Why are you calling me instead of training? Trying to slack off?"
An awkward voice came from the other end. "I just wanted to tell you that I made it into the youth division finals."
"Oh," Xie Chen said lightly. "So you haven't won the championship yet?"
The moment Chen Chen heard that, he declared with childish certainty, "I will win it! Then I'll use the trophy to smash your face!"
"You little brat, you've gotten bold, huh? Don't you know I'm your sugar daddy?!" Xie Chen deliberately emphasized the words.
But Chen Chen was completely unfazed. "So what if you are? It just proves you have good taste for choosing me! I'm hanging up. I still have to train."
"Okay."
The corner of Xie Chen's mouth curved upward, but then he heard another sentence in his ear. "Thank you."
Chen Chen said it quickly and hung up immediately.
His body, already much taller than before, leaned against the club wall, his face full of gratitude.
Besides those two words, there was actually much more he wanted to say.
But when the words reached his lips, he worried that Xie Chen, that weirdo, would think he was being mushy.
That was right—Xie Chen really was a weirdo.
He had merely gone to an orphanage to film a