"Finally got to see Chef Huang's daughter in person! She's so adorable!"
"Qingqing, Weiwei, how old are you this year?"
"Whose little princesses are these? Makes you want to 'kidnap' them home immediately!"
"Come, let sister (auntie) pinch your little cheeks, see how soft they are!"
"..."
Many of the applicants were wearing low-cut professional outfits, and as they squatted down, they inadvertently presented an enticing view to Huang Jun, who stood to the side.
The deep neckline seemed to hold endless secrets, making one irresistibly curious.
But Huang Jun very gentlemanly averted his gaze, trying not to stare at the awkward yet hard-to-ignore scene.
The applicants were oblivious, continuing to be engrossed in their interaction with Qingqing and Weiwei, holding their little hands, fingertips sliding over their soft and smooth cheeks, their eyes overflowing with boundless affection.
Indeed!
They were completely charmed by Qingqing and Weiwei.
