The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

But as Winston read these comments, his expression gradually darkened.

Bob thought these people had finally crossed Winston's line.

He instinctively shrank his neck to minimize his presence, lest Winston accidentally hurt him.

But little did anyone know, Winston, secretly jealous, could only crack the lighter in his hand.

However, since the lighter was a gift from the cub, Winston stopped using it after it only made one click and decided to put the $25 toy away in his collection cabinet.

Winston is just stubborn; he won't admit to being jealous of others.

So Richard spoke up.

He quickly deleted the previous post and reposted it:

"You're not allowed to buy the same thing as me! That was a gift from the cub!"

Just passing by in the comments section, someone who loves watching the drama unfold:

"I know! It's obvious the little guy bought it for his brother, he treasures it so much."

"Haha, Mr. Winston, why aren't you saying anything? Are you just naturally quiet? If you don't say anything, we'll assume we can buy the same thing as you."

Winston remained silent; given his personality, he simply couldn't do or say such a thing.

Moreover, he didn't want to appear so childish in front of the cubs.

The little guy has been saying a lot lately that his dad has changed.

Richard knew from the sight that Winston was all talk and no action.

He quickly opened the other people's gifts and showed them to them, so that everyone except Winston posted about it.

The cubs are unaware of this, and they don't realize that their fathers are secretly jealous.

Bob, who had been watching the whole thing, felt a sharp pain in his face.

Who was he looking down on before?

Those cheap gifts are invaluable treasures in the hands of the cubs.

Simply because the little one is their most precious treasure.

Winston, though sarcastic, remained expressionless and gently lifted the little guy up, saying, "Let's go home first, okay? The private jet has been waiting for a long time."

When the little guy boarded the private jet to go home, he noticed that his father sitting next to him seemed to be in a bad mood.

The little one noticed that his father's lips had dropped a little bit more than usual.

It might only be a tiny bit lower.

It's a good thing the little guy was able to find it.

This is the experience he gained from constantly staring at his father's handsome face.

So while the little guy was sleeping, he secretly took a small toy out of his pocket and put it in his father's palm.

When Winston opened his eyes, the little guy had already drifted back to sleep.

Winston opened his palm and saw two rabbits, one big and one small, snuggling together.

They looked very happy.

Winston could no longer contain his emotions, took a photo, logged into his social media account, and sent it.

The simple picture was accompanied by only two simple words:

"mine."

Winston only loved the cub, always watching over him, protecting him, treating him like moonlight, and holding him up in his hands.

The cub turned around but refused its father's attempt to lift it up.

He wants to live with his father forever in this mortal world, in happiness.

The cub knew his father's favoritism towards him, so he reciprocated with that unique, special favor from his father.

This is a unique testament to the father and son's special place in each other's hearts.

And Winston doesn't need to boast; he already has the cutest child in the world.

Winston's heart had completely melted.

So when the little guy got home, he made any request he made while his dad seemed particularly happy, and his dad nodded in agreement.

This includes Helena Rubinstein encouraging the little guy to act in movies.

However, Helena still arranged the highest-level contract for Utopia, and the beneficiary was Utopia herself.

They also wrote that the little guy's physical and mental health must be taken care of, and his freedom must not be restricted or forced to participate in filming activities.

It's like letting the crow participate in a game it can do as it pleases.

After all, this company belongs to his family; he's the young master, so he can do whatever he wants.

And Bob, unexpectedly, became the agent for the black clown.

After hearing the news, Bob was initially surprised, but then overjoyed.

He knew his time to rise to prominence had come.

As long as he follows Wu Tu, he will never have to worry about resources or connections.

The black crow was not his muse, but his benefactor, his savior, his ancestor!

In his excitement, Bob knelt down before the black rabbit again.

Wu Tu was startled and quickly hid the candy she had secretly put in her mouth behind her back before guiltily continuing to look at him.

"Do you have bad knees? Why are you always kneeling?"

Bob: "Thank you for your concern, young master! I'm fine! I'll definitely choose the best scripts for you! You're destined to be the next superstar, the Best Actor!!!"

Helena: "It's too noisy, shut up."

As soon as she spoke, Bob's voice stopped abruptly.

Helena casually flipped through the scripts in her hand, her blood-red fingernails pointing to one of them, and said:

"Let him go. Less work, more money, and less tiring work."

"I'm having you go with the little guy, not to pamper him; he doesn't need that. I'm having you take good care of him and make sure nothing happens to him, understand?"

Bob nodded repeatedly.

Indeed, as a newcomer, even if someone just wants to dabble in the film and television industry, everyone would still oblige.

Although Utah's family members accompany the child during filming, Helena and the others have become accustomed to having a second guardian for the little one, who stays with Utah at all times to prevent any accidents from happening to the child.

They knew the little one was still young and couldn't afford any mishaps.

When they went to film, Bob was already prepared for the little guy to have terrible acting skills.

After all, what he was attracted to at the time was Wu Tu's face.

Acting skills can be honed over time. As long as you put in the effort, even the least intelligent person can at least recite from a script.

So he was prepared.

But now, the little guy doesn't need to learn anymore.

Helena's attitude clearly indicated that she was using connections.

So Bob was prepared to argue with the director and protect his son even if the little guy's acting wasn't good.

Who knew that when the cub arrived, it was already incredibly excited to see the screen full of special effects and wire work.

What's more, this time the script is the kind of fantasy movie that the little guy likes; his script is about a half-elf wizard from the ancient East.

The cub was already interested and couldn't wait for Bob to read the script to him.

At this moment, the director next to him couldn't help but frown as he listened to Bob reading the script:

"This kid is too young. He can't even read a script on his own. How can he portray a suitable character? How did they find Bob? Does this kid have some kind of background?"