[MTL-English] The National Men's Team Debuted!

Macho vs. Scoundrel.

Qiao Huan watched Zhuo Yang pick up a potted plant and study it for a long time before stopping.

This was clearly not a search for Constantine, but for something else.

Qiao Huan became more and more confused, so he simply avoided the hidden cameras and sent a message to Qiao Tang again.

But Qiao Tang didn't respond this time.

"Mr. Qiao, are you done looking?"

Xiaofeng saw Qiao Huan lying in the shadows without moving for a long time, so he came over to remind him.

“Almost done.” Qiao Huan put away the watch.

"You and Mr. Zhuo are really considerate," Xiao Feng said with admiration, "I thought you two were both bold and aggressive before, but I didn't expect you to be so rough but also delicate."

"What?" Qiao Huan already had a lot of question marks on his head, and now he had a few more.

He... is rough but also delicate?

"You saw Constantine but he didn't say anything. He felt a sense of accomplishment when playing games. Not to mention Mr. Zhuo. While looking for Constantine, he also checked the safety hazards in his home. Obviously, he didn't want to let the drowning incident happen again."

Xiao Feng came closer and raised his eyebrows: "We have seen your efforts. On behalf of the program team, I would like to thank you. I will definitely edit it well for you. Love you~"

Qiao Huan: ...

Bigger than a watermelon.

Accompanied by Xiaofeng, Qiao Huan had no choice but to go back to the study where Constantine was hiding.

There was movement when he walked in, and Constantine's calves trembled, obviously with some nervous anticipation.

Qiao Huan deliberately kept him in suspense for a while, quickly looked around, and when he didn't find anything unusual, he walked up to him and patted him.

"Ding Ding, I found you." Qiao Huan tried his best to use a coaxing tone.

Constantine couldn't hold back any longer and jumped up. "Wow, you've been looking for so long!"

When Qiao Huan saw Constantine's happy state, she finally understood what Xiaofeng had said before.

No matter what age you are, you will feel happy when you are "respected".

Xiaofeng fell into a trace of despair.

This child has been respected in a dark little room for more than twenty minutes, why isn't he sleepy?

Qiao Huan was also a little surprised: "Don't you want to sleep yet?"

Constantine thought for a moment and said, "No~"

Xiao Feng leaned in and whispered, "This child doesn't get enough sleep, and a lot of things did happen tonight..."

"I know," Qiao Huan nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, it's okay. We deserve it. No, we should." Xiao Feng, who was rarely comforted by artists, instantly had a higher opinion of Qiao Huan. "You guys worked hard too."

Over there, the female assistant director also came over and asked, "Do you want to give the child some milk and sing a lullaby or something?"

Children's sleeping problem is an eternal problem for all parents. To be honest, there is no solution.

Qiao Huan thought about it, then picked up Constantine and asked, "Do you want to go see the stars?"

Constantine's eyes widened: "Okay!"