With their permission, Helian Qingyu entered the villa. Ying Bao ran to him and greeted, "Third daddy! What brings you here?"
Helian Qingyu was surprised that this little girl was up so early in the morning. He bent to lift her up and said, "Make a guess."
"Haha, it must be a tornado!"
Helian Qingyu poked slightly on her nose and asked, "How did you know it was a tornado?"
Ying Bao answered seriously, "They say that, because you are the president, you have a high stomach and a great pocket. How could it bring you here if it was not a tornado?"
Helian Qingyu was stunned, and then burst into laughter. "Haha, sweetheart, you are killing me!"
By a high stomach and a great pocket, she probably meant a high position and great power.
How funny she was.
Huo Yunshen was setting the table for breakfast when he saw Helian Qingyu holding Ying Bao in his arm and coming in while laughing wildly.
"What is it? Anything funny?"
