Where Is My Golden Oscar?

As the crowd dispersed, Qin Ze looked at the little girl with a hint of amusement. He raised his hand and flicked Zhaozhao's hair, "Nice acting."

"Of course!" Zhouzhou proudly straightened her little belly, and the hair tie on her head swayed along with her movements, each strand showcasing her resilience.

Seeing her like this, Qin Ze couldn't help but smile, taking her chubby little hand in his, "The Academy owes you an Golden Oscar."

An Golden Oscar?

Zhouzhou's eyes lit up, "Who is the Academy? What is Golden Oscar? Why do they owe me one? Can I go get it back?"

Qin Ze: "..."

"You'll have to ask your Third Uncle about that."

Zhouzhou was puzzled, but the mention of an Golden Oscar made her anxious. She grabbed his hand and ran towards the car.

Did she really have an Golden Oscar missing somewhere? It must be brought back home soon!

Why didn't anyone tell her about this?