So Kyle Kinston had no choice but to bend down and put the little one down, but just as he hadn’t straightened up yet, the little one’s hand was already resting on his right shoulder, gently touching through his suit, and asked with eyes similar to his, "Daddy, does it hurt a lot?" Obviously, she knew that Kyle was hurt on his right shoulder.

Is this... concern from his daughter? Kyle couldn’t help but show a smile, being cared for by such a small person, as if it had never happened before.

"What if Daddy really hurts?" He couldn’t help but want to tease the little one.

Suddenly, her little face crumpled, and the sadness in her eyes was apparent, then she blew on his right shoulder vigorously several times, shouting, "Pain fly away, pain fly away!"

Kyle felt as if something had impacted his heart, seeing her sad expression, he regretted what he had just said.

He quickly said, "Alright, alright, Daddy’s all better."

"Really?" The little one blinked her clear eyes.

"Really." He tried hard to express with his eyes, a look of utmost "sincerity."

So the little one believed him.

Kyle planned to pick the little one up again, expressing that his shoulder didn’t hurt anymore, but the little one insisted on walking by herself, so Kyle had to hold his daughter’s hand.

Meanwhile, the Corporation executives walking with Kyle earlier finally approached him, someone couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Kinston... is this... your daughter?"

After all, they heard her calling "Daddy" very clearly.

"Yes, Ivy, say uncle." Kyle introduced his subordinates to his daughter, and the little one sweetly called each of them Uncle Zhang, Uncle Li, Uncle Wang, making the tough guys and old foxes among the executives utterly delighted, wishing they had a small gift to give her.

Some of these executives followed Kyle to his office. Kyle let the little one play at the side while he continued to assign tasks to his subordinates.

Not long after, the little one said, "Daddy, my braid is loose."

Everyone looked closely, sure enough, one of her originally tied braids had loosened, hanging down floppily, probably because the little one accidentally loosened it while playing.

Kyle looked at the little one, suddenly unsure of what to do next.

The little one asked again, "Daddy, do my braid."

Kyle stared at his daughter, braiding her hair? Him braiding her hair? Heaven knows, he never had that experience!

The little one, unaffected by his stare, continued mumbling, "Grandpa Kang really likes braiding my hair, even fought with the maid auntie to braid it this morning!"

As if braiding her hair was the most honorable thing ever.

Kyle’s face twitched a few times, while his subordinates and those Corporation executives widened their eyes.

Braiding hair... Mr. Kinston braiding the little one’s hair? They’ve never seen it, but truly want to see it now.