Director Tang: "Please… let me live…"
All the kids instantly surrounded Huaijin and Mingtong like loyal knights guarding a treasure.
Yuanying wrapped a small blanket around her shoulders.
"You must be cold."
Liang Lingzhi placed the cat plushie properly.
"You must not lose your companion."
Su Mingtong handed her a cup of warm water shyly.
"JieJie, this is for you."
Director Tang watched helplessly as the children formed a protective army around Huaijin.
He had failed utterly and spectacularly.
But the footage?
The footage was gold.
And thus began Huaijin's reign as the nation's unofficial "Morning Fairy."
And all she did… was wake up.
Director Tang was well into his late sixties, a man who had seen enough conniving subordinates and blood-boiling board meetings to be almost immune to worldly temptations.
Because there was one kind of temptation he had never developed a resistance to, and that was... cuteness.
