Time flew by and it was the weekend again.
Song Chen personally came over and brought the five-year-old little Gu Chu to the headquarters of his company to play. Now, Song Chen had basically figured out his daughter's preferences. His cute baby liked things which were alternative, special, interesting, sci-fi, adventurous, and so on.
She didn't like pink dolls.
Song Chen's heart ached. He felt that Gu Chu's interest in alternatives might have something to do with her lack of fatherly love in her childhood. Song Chen silently decided that he would slowly make up for what he owed Manxi and her daughter.
"Uncle Song, does your company really have very cute robots?" Gu Chu followed Song Chen into the company.
