Hua Hua was about to intervene, but the host continued, "This director is particularly mysterious. Many people don’t know what he truly looks like. He always silently contributes without ever seeking anything in return. This person is none other than your son, Mr. Hua Chu."
"Many people know Young Master Hua as the king of fashion, but few know that he has another identity, which is the director of Aijia Orphanage! It’s because he has been silently managing this orphanage over the years that countless orphans have been able to have a warm ho."
"Today, at this mont, the little friends from Aijia Orphanage also want to send their regards, wishing that their director has finally found his mother, becoming a happy son with a mother."
Dozens of children from the Aijia Orphanage split into two groups. One group sang "Only Mama is Good in the World," while the other group danced along, each wearing a sunflower hat on top of their head, dancing with childlike charm and cuteness.
First stanza: "Only mama is good in the world. A child with a mother is like a treasure, thrown into mama’s arms, happiness is endless... Only mama is good in the world. A child without a mother is like grass, leaving mama’s arms, where can happiness be found..."
Second stanza: "There is also Hua Hua who is good in the world. An orphan with Hua Hua is like a treasure, thrown into Hua Hua’s arms, happiness is endless... There is also Hua Hua who is good in the world. A child without Hua Hua is like grass, leaving mama’s arms, where can happiness be found..."
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A little child ran up to Hua Hua with tiny steps, her young face sared with a pink blush.
Hua Hua recognized her and quickly picked her up, "Little Ai. Slow down, don’t fall."
The little girl smacked a kiss on Hua Hua’s face, carefully took out a painting, rolled up and tied with a bow, and handed it to him as if it were a treasure, speaking in her childish voice, one word at a ti, "Hua Hua, I represent all the brothers and sisters at Aijia Orphanage to give this to you."
At his ear, the children’s song "Only Mama is Good in the World" echoed over and over, and Hua Hua sat down, placing Little Ai on his lap, curiously asking, "Is it a painting? Let’s see what you all have drawn. If it’s not pretty, I won’t accept it."
Afraid that Hua Hua would really not accept it, Little Ai quickly hugged Hua Hua’s neck and said, "Hua Hua, I have a painting too." Then she gave two more kisses, as if she would keep on kissing if Hua Hua didn’t accept.
Hua Hua couldn’t help but laugh, and gave her little face a peck, "Oh, so Little Ai also has a painting, then I must accept it."
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Little Ai imdiately beca as happy as a flower.
The scroll slowly unfolded in Hua Hua’s hands to reveal a crayon drawing, full of childlike innocence, "Ha, let guess. The woman in the middle is my mother, right? Holding my hand on the left, and my sister’s hand on the right? Little Ai, did I guess right?"
"Hua Hua is so great!" Pa! Pa! Pa!
"What is this?" Hua Hua pointed at the sun in the crayon drawing, in the center of which was a small diamond, the sa size as the small diamonds embedded within a golden-green cat’s eye, "This diamond also has words on it."
In the most adorable way, Little Ai pointed at the diamond, "Hua Hua, this is a gift from an uncle for you, and you must accept it." Then she hugged Hua Hua’s face again, and planted several kisses...
"Could it be another mysterious uncle?" Hua Hua pulled the small diamond stuck on the painting out, holding it up to the light, "Let see what words are on this."
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