Yu Jinxiao heard a loud “thud” from beneath the desk.

Then came the trembling, sheep-like sobs from the little cub.

Just hearing that shaky cry, Yu Jinxiao knew exactly what had happened. The sound was almost amusing, and he struggled to keep a straight face.

The little one had probably bumped her head pretty hard. If he laughed now, she’d likely cry even harder and shake the house down.

“I didn’t even move, and you still managed to hit your head?” His words sounded like a mild scolding, but Yu Jinxiao reached down and gently lifted the little cub, who was crouching on the floor clutching her head.

Yu Yuanyuan’s eyes were red, her small mouth quivering as she held her head in pain. “I… I jumped too hard… just a little bit, but… ow… I hit my head,” she whimpered between sobs.

No need to ask—just listening to that sound, like a drum being struck, was enough to know how hard she hit.

Not really experienced in comforting crying babies, Yu Jinxiao did the only thing he could think of—he softly patted the top of her head where she’d bumped it, hoping to soothe her.

But after just two pats, the little cub pushed his hand away, “Ouch!”

Oh, right.

She had just hurt herself, and here he was, patting her head, making it worse. Adding pain on top of pain.

Yu Jinxiao sighed, realizing how hard it could be to interact with a child.

After all, he wasn’t used to taking care of little ones. His two sons never clung to him like this. Only this little cub seemed to enjoy hanging around him.

Come to think of it, Yu Jinxiao didn’t quite understand it. His aura usually intimidated children, yet when it came to Yu Yuanyuan, he might as well have been a paper tiger.

“Wait a minute—did you say… you knew I was here?!” Yuanyuan’s crying stopped abruptly. Her tear-filled eyes widened in disbelief as she realized her sneak attack had failed.

Yu Jinxiao paused for a few seconds before answering, “I saw you the moment you entered the room.”

“What?! Yuanyuan failed again…” Her small shoulders slumped, and she dramatically collapsed into her father’s arms like a deflated balloon.

Her round, chubby face was now filled with shock and disappointment, as if questioning her entire life as a stealthy little kitten.

She had been so careful, hadn’t made a sound, and was convinced she had been perfectly hidden…

Little did she know, what she believed was only what she thought.

“Does it still hurt?” Yu Jinxiao gently touched a tuft of her hair, which had been mussed up during her failed stealth mission.

Her soft, fluffy strands bounced back like tiny blades of grass swaying in the wind.

“A little bit,” the little cub murmured, carefully hovering her tiny hand over the spot where she’d bumped her head. “But don’t touch it.”

Yu Jinxiao started to wonder if he should take her for a check-up.

She was already a bit silly—if she bumped her head and got even sillier, then what?

“Daddy, what’s this?” Just moments ago, Yuanyuan had been on the verge of tears, but now her attention had been easily diverted.

She reached out and placed her tiny fingers on the keyboard, gently brushing the keys without pressing too hard.

Yu Jinxiao powered on the computer and demonstrated, “When you tap these squares, it types out letters. You can use them to chat with people on the other end of the internet.”

The idea of “internet” and “typing letters” was a bit too complex for the little cub, but the concept of tapping squares and seeing things pop up? That she understood!

“Yuanyuan wants to tap tap too!”

It was just tapping a keyboard. If it made the little cub happy, then why not let her do it? Consider it a small consolation for bumping her head.

Yu Jinxiao’s arm lazily rested on the armrest of his chair as he let Yuanyuan play around on the keyboard.

The screen displayed a document, and soon, a string of random characters appeared as her tiny hands danced across the keys.

“Daddy, I think I made some words!” The little cub twirled around in excitement like a little top. “But… I don’t know how to read them. Daddy, can you read them for me?”

Yu Jinxiao, who had just glanced at his phone, casually looked up at the computer screen. His relaxed demeanor suddenly tensed as his hand clenched into a fist.

Coincidence?

No… it didn’t feel like a coincidence at all. In fact, it felt almost as if… she were teasing him.

The words on the screen, typed by the little cub’s random keystrokes, formed a message that felt a little too mischievous to be random.