What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

Jiuge was starting to have doubts about life.

And this kind of operation?

Couldn't she have insisted that she was An Chen's girlfriend back then, thus definitively establishing their relationship?

"Pfft." An Chen started to suppress his laughter.

"Hahahaha! Not bad! You're really funny, kid!" Zhang Zhidong laughed heartily.

He thought of the little girl he had rescued during the flood relief efforts.

That little girl is quite cute.

When Zhang Zhidong rescued her from the flooded area, the little girl, soaking wet, kissed his cheek with an expression of adoration.

After reminiscing about the past and glancing at the empty front desk, Zhang Zhidong walked towards it.

"Daddy, there won't be anyone at the front desk," the little girl said quietly, touching her colorful pigtails with her tiny hands.

"Hmm?" Zhang Zhidong stopped.

“That’s right! I haven’t asked you yet.” As he spoke, he looked at the little girl in his arms.

"Don't put me down!" the little girl shouted, mimicking Zhang Zhidong's voice.

“That’s right! I didn’t put you down because I wanted to ask you some questions.” Zhang Zhidong’s voice was even louder.

Jiuge covered her left ear with her free hand, while Anchen, who was holding her hand, covered her right ear with his other hand.

The knight kept his distance, not daring to approach.

The other "spirits" in the hall did not react at all.

"Okay, I'll allow you to ask." The little girl nodded proudly.

"What's your name?" Zhang Zhidong began his interrogation.

When asked the question, his expression was serious, and he stopped shouting.

"My name is Xiaoxiao." The little girl smiled, revealing two dimples.

Hearing the conversation between the two, An Chen pulled Jiu Ge to Zhang Zhidong's side.

The knight kept his distance.

"What's your surname?" Zhang Zhidong asked, his eyes gleaming.

"My surname is Xiao," Xiao Xiao replied with a meaningless statement.

"Where do you live?" Zhang Zhidong pressed.

"Liancheng." Xiaoxiao stared at Zhang Zhidong with her big, round eyes.

Who dyed your hair?

"I dyed it myself."

“…” Zhang Zhidong was speechless.

He felt like he had wasted his time asking questions.

"That's right, how do you know there's no one at the front desk?" He paused for a moment, then asked from a different angle.

“I’ve always lived here,” Xiao Xiao said without even blinking.

"That's right! Are you alive or dead?" Zhang Zhidong's voice boomed again.

"A dead man." Xiao Xiao's expression turned grim.

In an instant, Zhang Zhidong felt a chill run through his body.

"How...did you die...?" He hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question.

"For freedom." Xiao Xiao poked Zhang Zhidong's face with her soft little finger.

At this moment, her expression looked very strange compared to before.

“Not bad! Do you know anything about what’s going on here?” Even after being poked in the face, Zhang Zhidong didn’t react.

"I understand. As long as Daddy wants to know something, as long as it's something I can talk about, Xiaoxiao is willing to tell Daddy." Xiaoxiao played with her right ponytail, her expression very lively.

"Then... have you ever seen a black parrot?" Zhang Zhidong thought of the parrot that had jumped out from below and could mimic human speech.

"I've seen it. Did Daddy like it?" Xiaoxiao stopped what she was doing and looked at the front desk.

Two seconds later, a black parrot flew out of thin air.

"Daddy. Daddy."

"Alas... Alas..."

"This world is terrible."

What does "for freedom" mean?

"That's good, very challenging."

"What exactly is her identity?"

"..."

The black parrot circled under the light, making sounds like Xiao Xiao, Jiu Ge, An Chen, Zhang Zhidong, and others.

"..." Zhang Zhidong was unusually stunned.

An Chen and Jiu Ge's expressions grew increasingly serious.

"That's right, who's your boss?" Zhang Zhidong asked, regaining his composure.

"It looks like a parrot spirit," Xiao Xiao said, yawning.

“The parrot spirit? That one?” Zhang Zhidong pointed with his free hand at the black parrot that was still flying around in the air.

"No, it's just a small fry." The little girl closed her eyes and sighed, looking very sleepy.

"What do you mean by 'for freedom'?" Jiuge pulled An Chen forward and asked.

"Hmm? Pretty sister, do you want to know the answer to this question?" Xiao Xiao suddenly perked up.

"Um...can you tell me?" Jiuge asked nervously.

The little girl in front of me always felt... a little scary.

This feeling had nothing to do with the other person's colorful hair; the idea simply came from her intuition.

"Okay, but there's a condition, because this is a question that even Dad wouldn't answer if he asked me." Xiao Xiao's expression turned serious.

"What premise?" Jiuge tilted her head.

"Would you like to be my mom? Or you can admit I'm prettier than you." Xiao Xiao pouted and winked at Jiu Ge.

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"What?..." Jiuge wondered if she had misheard.

The conditions are either to become the other person's mother or to say that you are not as pretty as a ten-year-old girl with brightly colored hair.

The first condition is that if the little girl recognized An Chen as her father, that would be fine, but just now she clearly called Zhang Zhidong her father.

The second condition... is obviously a lie, but I feel it would be very humiliating to tell the truth, especially since An Chen is standing next to me holding my hand.

Thinking of this, Jiuge secretly glanced at An Chen beside her.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that An Chen had a strange smile on his face.

Looking at it... it's rather eerie...

“…” Zhang Zhidong remained silent.

Although Xiaoxiao was still in his arms, he clearly turned his head toward the knight in the distance, deliberately avoiding looking at An Chen and Jiu Ge's expressions.

Zhang Zhidong is just carefree, but being carefree doesn't mean he's stupid.

Not to mention the knights.

Hearing Xiaoxiao and Jiuge's conversation from a distance, his entire body froze.

The knight, who had been forced to sit in the VIP seats to watch An Chen and Jiu Ge's tender and affectionate relationship, was deeply moved.

The little girl's request was tantamount to playing with fire behind a tiger's tail.

As for the second request, he didn't think that Jiu Ge, who had been so cold and aloof for so many years, would readily say such a thing against his conscience.

"I mean..." Xiao Xiao didn't quite grasp the situation.

Even though she saw Jiuge and Anchen holding hands and looking like a couple, she didn't take it seriously.

Xiao Xiao just likes Zhang Zhidong no matter how she looks at him. She thinks that Jiu Ge is so beautiful that she would feel very proud to be her mother, and she would also feel very proud to admit that she is prettier than her.

No matter which option Jiuge chooses, Xiaoxiao will gain a lot.

"Hmm? What did you say? Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly either." An Chen's tone was gentle, and his smile widened.

"I mean... Achoo achoo achoo achoo achoo achoo!" Before she could finish speaking, she sneezed five times in a row.

"Strange... How could I still be sick if I'm already dead?" She sniffled, her expression one of helplessness and embarrassment.

Under normal circumstances, the people here shouldn't be sick.

"That's right! You're sick?" Zhang Zhidong turned around, his eyes wide, his tone full of disbelief.

"Here you go." Jiuge took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to Xiaoxiao.

She turned around and sighed helplessly.

“Maybe other people who have lost their minds can also speak.” Jiu Ge blinked and winked at An Chen.

She took An Chen's arm and dragged him toward the old man sitting on the sofa in the distance.

Communicating with the old man should be easier compared to spirits of other ages.

"Grandpa, hello. I'd like to ask you some questions," Jiu Ge said, glancing at An Chen.

The old man was staring intently at the newspaper in his hand.

The date on the newspaper was still ten years ago.