"Uncle, let's play with me~!" you whined while tugging at the hem of my uncle's shirt with your tiny hands. A few minutes ago, you were still busy with the pile of toys he bought. However, boredom quickly came over you.

"Play by yourself. I've bought all the toys you want," he said indifferently, his eyes still glued to the computer screen and notepad in front of him. He didn't even bother to glance at you.

"But I'm bored!" you insisted, now sitting on the floor while stomping your feet. "Come play with me, Uncle!~ Let's go outside!" Your voice grew louder, almost like a small siren that disturbed the silence of the room.

Riftan let out a long sigh, clearly frustrated. Without saying much, he lifted your tiny body easily, sitting you on his shoulder. Your tiny legs dangled on his chest.

"Be quiet and don't make any noise, or I'll sell you," he ordered flatly. You nodded slightly, pretending to obey. However, sitting still was too boring. Your tiny eyes glanced at his slightly messy hair. You nimbly reach into your pocket and find a small treasure trove—colorful hair clips and hair ties.

Your tiny hands begin to sort through Riftan’s black hair, tying it up and pinning it with cute accessories. Every now and then you hum happily, your little feet swinging gently on his chest.

You’re enjoying the moment. But Riftan? Not so. He’s trying to stay focused on his analysis, despite his obvious frustration with your actions. Every now and then, his eyes flutter as he looks at his reflection on the computer screen—a grown man in his 30s, with hair now full of butterfly and flower clips.

“Damn it… Why did my brother have to die and leave such a troublesome brat behind?! At least take your daughter with you, you damn brother!” he grumbles to himself.