Chapter 888

"Then do you know what is two plus two?" Little Rice Cake asked again .

At two and a half years old, Little Red Bean only knew the answer because brother Qiao An had made her memorize it back when she was in America . As for two plus two, she couldn't reply . Shaking her head, she looked at Little Rice Cake in confusion .

He had wanted to play with Little Red Bean, but when she didn't reply, he bit his lip and asked once more, "You don't know? It's okay, let me teach you .

"Two plus two equals four," he said as he reached out to count for her with fingers . "Four," he emphasized once more .

Little Red Bean stared at the four fingers he lifted up and repeated after him, "Four . "

Little Rice Cake continued to teach her . " Four plus four equals eight . "

He then counted four of her with his fingers .

She nodded and repeated, "Eight . "

"Eight plus eight equals . . . "

Little Red Bean lifted all her fingers but it wasn't enough so Little Rice Cake moved his fingers over to count for her . "Sixteen . "

She stared at her ten fingers and his six fingers . It was a pity that she could only count till ten, so she stopped and repeated continuously, "Ten, ten, ten . . "

Little Rice Cake hurriedly helped her out . "Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen . "

Once they were done, he continued, "Sixteen plus sixteen . . . "

Little Red Bean glanced at him in anticipation .

Little Rice Cake's tiny face blushed . He stammered for a while before saying excitedly, "Sixteen plus sixteen equals two sixteen . "

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Originally, Qiao Anhao thought that Little Rice Cake would end up crying and throwing a tantrum on his first day, but unexpectedly, the next day at just 5 am, he came knocking on her and Lu Jinnian's bedroom door, rushing them to get ready so that he could go to school .

What's more surprising was that he who had never liked apples, actually requested for some to bring to school .

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Xu Jiamu had a dinner meeting . After the meal, Mr . Zhang suggested for them to play mahjong .

Xu Jiamu didn't want to go but right before he left the hotel, gray clouds covered the skies . A heaviness filled him at the thought of heading back to the empty office so he returned to the room .

Everyone was playing excitedly, heating up the atmosphere .

Xu Jiamu had fairly good luck, winning about three to four rounds, but even so, he remained nonchalant, a faint smile on his face .

A middle-aged man sat in front of him . His surname was Luo and he was in the makeup industry . His company had a renowned brand name, for they only employed A list celebrities . Xu Jiamu had acquired about 30% shares for their newest product .

When Mr . Zhang was touching his tile, he seemed to have remembered something . "Mr . Luo, are you planning to change the endorsement model for your brand this year?"