What to Do If I Become the Villain's Daughter

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Huo Xiaozheng, far away in a foreign country, saw the young girl's smiling eyes through the screen and couldn't help but smile himself.

"Did you have fun going out with your brother today?"

Huo Guining nodded emphatically, "Very much!"

The atmosphere of youthful energy, the joy of physical activity, and Huo Yueze's companionship all made her extremely happy.

It was the first time Huo Xiaozheng had heard her describe her mood as "very happy."

Huo Xiaozheng, who had been feeling a bit down because she wasn't by his side, now sincerely thanked his eldest nephew for his silent dedication.

"But, no more lying next time," Huo Xiaozheng said, feigning sternness.

Huo Guining naturally nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"Dad, are you still busy?" Huo Guining noticed he had a small desk lamp on.

"No, I'm about to get up," Huo Xiaozheng explained. "There's a time difference between here and home."

Huo Guining had forgotten about that.

"You should go to bed," he said.

Huo Guining nodded, said goodnight, and promptly ended the video call.

On the other end of the line, Huo Xiaozheng felt a bit lost.

Huo Guining slept until 7:30 the next morning.

She got dressed and washed up on her own, then heard noises from the kitchen. She grabbed her hairbrush and went to find Zuo Qinfang.

The person in the kitchen wasn't Zuo Qinfang.

It was Huo Yanqin making breakfast.

"Ning Ning, you're up. Are you hungry?" Huo Yanqin asked, deliberately softening his voice.

Huo Guining nodded.

"Uncle, where's Aunt?"

Huo Yanqin felt the same heartache Huo Xiaozheng had experienced. Noticing the brush in her hand, he crouched down and asked:

"Aunt is washing up. Did you want her to brush your hair?"

Huo Guining nodded.

"Well..."

Huo Guining saw the eagerness in his eyes and took a step back, worried that Huo Yanqin might follow in Huo Xiaozheng's footsteps.

"Uncle, what are you making? It smells good," she said, abruptly changing the subject.

The light in Huo Yanqin's eyes dimmed.

"I'm making noodles with gravy. Would you like some?"

Huo Guining nodded.

Considering her young age, Huo Yanqin only gave her a small bowl. While she was eating, he turned to heat up a cup of milk for her.

Zuo Qinfang had specifically instructed him to give her a cup of warm milk in the morning.

After microwaving it for a minute, Huo Yanqin carefully tested the temperature before bringing it over.

"Ning Ning, eat slowly, and have some warm milk..."

Huo Guining had already finished eating. She was holding her chopsticks, looking at him with lingering interest.

"Uncle, can I have another bowl of noodles?"

Seeing his cooking skills appreciated, Huo Yanqin beamed with joy. "Of course you can."

By the time Zuo Qinfang came out, Huo Guining had already eaten three small bowls of noodles.