Chapter 93

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Chu Xun said, “He had to go to work. He’ll get off work soon.”

They definitely had the money to hire a nanny to take care of the child, and if not, Jiu Jiu’s grandparents could. But family care was completely different from paid professional care. This was Chu Xun’s child, and he wanted to be involved in his life. iSaR4b

Zhuo Linhui was very nervous. He hadn’t been like this even at his first fashion show in Paris.

Although he wasn’t looking down at the small thing, he could feel that little thing’s gaze on him. It was pure and inquisitive, and made him extremely restless. What are you looking at? I’m not a big huggable panda! What are you looking at me for? Go look at your father instead!

Zhan Hongyu asked, “I can have it?”

He accepted the toy from Jiu Jiu. cqm2Hh

Zhuo Linhui said, “He likes you very much ah, he even gave you his favorite toy.”

Without any shame, Zhan Hongyu said, “That’s right, Jiu Jiu likes me very much. When I’m here, he doesn’t even like to talk to Old Lin. He’s my little fan. Right, Jiu Jiu?”

Jiu Jiu chuckled foolishly and held out his hands. “Pang Pang, Pang Pang.”

Zhan Hongyu: “What does this mean?” UqxnKB

Zhuo Linhui said with a smile, “He’s asking you to give the stuffed dog back to him. He probably just wanted to let you hug it once, ha ha ha ha.”

He then immediately settled down.

Zhan Hongyu: “…”

Zhuo Linhui went back from the hospital. He was suddenly inspired and didn’t sleep all night. 8wTY1f

He startled his assistant when the latter came to work in the morning. “Did you not sleep, sir?”

Zhuo Linhui said, “Come here and have a look. I drew a new set of sketches. Take them for print and make samples. Use the best and softest materials so that they won’t chafe the skin.”

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The assistant agreed, but when he got the design file and opened it, he was more and more puzzled. “You… You didn’t give me the wrong images, did you, sir? ”

Zhuo Linhui: “No.” UendHr

The assistant wanted to speak, but stopped. “Ah? But isn’t this children’s clothing? ”

Zhuo Linhui responded as if it was to be expected. “Yes, of course.”

The assistant was confused; why did he seem to recall that the boss hated children?

Zhuo Linhui added, “Oh, by the way, this one is not for sale. It’s made for my godson.” z9yDG4