The Three-Year-Old Sweetie, and the System Wants to Run Away Every Day

Ding! Plane-trading System successfully bound. Host: Jiang Qiaoyi, three years old.

The System fell silent for three seconds. "...What kind of trading system binds itself to a three-year-old toddler?! Unbind! ...Unbinding failed. I'm doomed."

Guai Guai couldn't understand a thing.

She only knew candy, sweet things, and mud.

When she put a leaf in her mouth, the System shouted, "Warning!" She cried, and the System said, "I'm sorry."

Her dad, Jiang Huaizhou, ran a business. He was gruff but softhearted, always complaining that she was a nuisance, yet the first to pick her up when he came home.

Her mom, Li Xiaomin, was drained by her family and secretly gave them money while caught in the middle.

Her grandma, Li Yezhen, ran a little shop. She'd been tough all her life, but saved all her soft-heartedness for her granddaughter.

The Li family kept bleeding them dry, Jiang Huaizhou fought them off, and Li Xiaomin was caught between the two sides.

Guai Guai didn't understand any of it. Life simply carried on amid the daily chaos.

System log: "Host is three years old. Can't read. Can't count. I'm doomed."

Guai Guai munched on a biscuit. "Chirp chirp, don't cry."

System: "I'm not crying. I'm just having a bit of a breakdown."