The Chief was about to leave when he suddenly met Manbao's eyes, his steps involuntarily catching before he stopped and asked, "Is this your little girl?"
Manbao lifted her small face and flashed him a sweet smile, prompting the Chief to subconsciously respond with a slight smile of his own.
Old Zhou's heart skipped a beat as he answered and pulled Manbao over, whispering, "Quick, call him Chief Grandpa."
Manbao's crisp voice called out, "Hello, Chief Grandpa!"
The Chief couldn't help but break into a smile, the wrinkles on his face bunching together; he stretched out his somewhat withered hand to touch her small head and said with a laugh, "Good, good..."
As the Chief left with his entourage to collect money from the next household, Manbao touched her own small head and looked up at her dad, "Why does everyone like to touch my head?"