85 Because Sangsang Is Our Treasure

"Brodda!!!" A crisp, childish voice sounded outside the door. Huo Chenyu was writing some code and his fingers paused, immediately pushing his laptop screen down subconsciously. 

Huo Chenyu sighed slightly and opened the door calmly. In the next second, a little 'cannonball' shot into his arms. 

Ye Sang carelessly rubbed her little head which was hurting from the crash but stared at him brightly. 

The young boy was puzzled. 

"What are you doing?" Huo Chenyu pinched her soft cheeks and smiled, asking in a clear voice, "Is there a flower on my face?" 

The little thing poked her fingers as she shook her head, trying to egg him on in a low voice, "Brodda brodda, do you want to go out?" 

Huo Chenyu was confused. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her thoughtfully, "Why would I want to go out?" 

He was just trying to hack into the Zhao family's firewall but the little thing butted in halfway through writing the code.