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

In companies with exceptional capabilities and massive scale, everyone speaks through their abilities.

Helena Rubinstein's company doesn't care about race, gender, or age; she only cares whether her employees can do her job and become highly commercially valuable cash cows.

Therefore, artists are usually quite laid-back and have all sorts of personalities.

But when it comes to work, he has the same style as Helena Rubinstein.

Regardless of his race or age, the little guy's amazing expressiveness, impressive body language, and unforgettable beauty are enough.

When they saw the little guy, they were like hungry wolves eyeing a bone—not with any lustful look, but with the sheer fervor of someone eyeing an unpolished gem.

"My God, he's so beautiful! He was born for this. He's gorgeous, beautiful no matter what..."

"Is he still very young? OMG, do we have our own child star now? And he's Asian, with such defined features, is he mixed race?"

"Oh dear, please be quiet, you're scaring the baby."

"However, I have several projects I can ask him to film. I wonder how his acting is? Kids' acting is still a headache..."

Suddenly, a perfectly good studio was filled with a bunch of people talking all at once, making a racket like a vegetable market.

The black tusk is actually a little afraid of this kind of scene...

Even when he went home and returned to his father's side, his father still gently accompanied him, accommodating Wu Tu's personality and only letting him stay in familiar environments and with familiar people.

Even if you go ice skating, there will be a private ice rink and children handpicked by Winston to play with.

Even the coach he hired only served him.

These considerations all take into account convenience, the safety of the black rabbit, and the black rabbit's temperament.

Yes, Winston knew the little guy's personality.

Therefore, he did not take Wutu to a formal club ice rink to learn. Even when there were assessments or competitions, he specifically instructed the club owner that the little guy would receive special treatment every time he went.

Because he knew that in those club ice rinks, there was also countless bullying among the students, and the coaches' Spartan-style, wild training methods (that is, training athletes to death).

Corporal punishment and verbal humiliation are commonplace.

Winston will help the black clown avoid these things.

The little guy isn't a child anymore; he understands that his dad has always been protecting him.

He should be stronger and not shed tears in front of others.

However, however... being surrounded and scrutinized by a group of assertive, and seemingly mean-like, adult foreigners in a luxurious office building was quite frightening for Wutu.

This is exactly the same workplace drama that Wu Tu has seen on TV.

The little guy is sensitive and has a weak presence. He hasn't corrected his people-pleasing personality yet, and he's still a child. He doesn't look like a fully grown adult crow, so he panicked immediately.

But even though she was afraid, Wu Tu remembered that she couldn't cause trouble for her father.

So he could only secretly feel afraid, his eyes were almost filled with tears, and he desperately wanted to go home, but he had to hold back.

But in their eyes, it was like a little kitten who was initially confused and dazed, but suddenly its expression changed. It tilted its head back, its big eyes were watery (about to cry), and it looked at them with a pitiful expression, its eyebrows drooping. It was a tiny little thing standing there, incredibly cute.

"Chris, take a quick photo! He's just too cute, baby!"

All Wutu could hear was everyone talking, everyone speaking English, but because of everyone's heavy accents and fast speech, the little guy, who had only recently become familiar with English, was listening to gibberish.

Wutu: I feel like crying even more now.

Hold on.

The little guy kept a straight face and tried his best to keep his eyes from getting blurry when taking the picture.

Helena originally thought that the crow was also a delicate person.

She wasn't saying that Wu Tu was bad. It's just that child stars are inherently more difficult to manage, after all, they are still children and don't have that much self-control when it comes to work. Even the most talented child stars have moments of emotional breakdown.

At that time, directors had to consider the physical and mental health of the child actors and coax them to film.

But Wu Tu was able to persist in one action without complaining of hardship or fatigue, and she didn't look for her father.

It seems that even if no one comforts him or coaxes him, he can still survive in this environment, like a small, resilient blade of grass growing in a corner.

The black tu's reaction was more tolerant than most children's.

Helena saw how clingy the little guy was to his father and assumed he was the type who liked to be pampered.

He could tell from the sight that his father had raised him very well.

So Helena was teasing the crow, but she had actually prepared herself from the beginning for someone to coax the child.

But now, seeing how sensible Wu Tu is, Helena feels a rare pang of heartache.

She asked the butler beside her expressionlessly:

"Has Winston dealt with the little guy's previous family, the ones who abused him? Are there any survivors?"

housekeeper:……

The butler, maintaining a smile and remaining calm, told Helena:

"Everything has been taken care of by the master, madam. No one will harm the young master again."

"Oh..." Helena's expression clearly showed some disappointment.

The butler knew exactly what Helena meant by asking that question; he was just relieved that Mr. Winston had acted quickly.

Otherwise, that family might face even harsher punishments.

Helena remained silent, but seemed to still be angry.

Anyone who sees such a soft and cuddly little guy, looking so pitiful, will feel soft-hearted.

Moreover, these are her children.

The Winston family's protective instincts have kicked in again.

Helena looked at the incessant flashes of light, having originally intended to let the little one get used to the intensity of the photography.

But when she saw the little guy standing all alone under the bright spotlight, her heart softened.

Helena clapped her hands to signal them to stop, then waved to the black clown.

The little guy immediately went to Helena's side. This time, he stopped clinging to the butler and began to rely on her closely.

Helena's heart softened even more when she saw the child clinging to half of her body.

How can this little guy be so lovable?

Helena resisted the urge to devour the little one and said to the person in front of her:

"This is my child. Be gentle with him, don't make him cry, don't try anything with him, and don't lie to him. Otherwise, I'll fire him and hunt him down to the ends of the earth."

The staff, who had been chattering away just moments before, suddenly fell silent.

You should have said so earlier!

If they had said so earlier, who would have dared to treat Helena's children like that?!

But would there be such a child in the Winston family?

None of them realized that the Blackie was a member of the Winston family.