Hearing the petulant voice in his mind, Chen Mo finally understood why Luo Xianxue had mentioned the dress—it was simply because she wanted a compliment.

Chen Mo couldn’t help but sigh with amusement. Was this like a daughter trying to show off for her old man?

He glanced around but found no mirror. Rubbing his chin, he mused, “Should I check with my phone?”

“No! Phone photos make me look awful,” Luo Xianxue’s voice flatly refused.

“So, do you actually want me to see how good you look, or not?” Chen Mo asked calmly, idly playing with his phone and smiling faintly.

A moment later, a stubborn voice echoed in his head: “I don’t want to!”

Chen Mo stayed silent, waiting.

Sure enough, Luo Xianxue’s timid whisper followed: “I do.”

“You really worry for nothing. I’d never say you look bad.” Though he rarely looked directly at the girl he possessed, Chen Mo knew her beauty well from daily interactions. Calling her unattractive would be a blatant lie.

“Let’s go give the gift,” Chen Mo said, pocketing his phone and standing up.

A surprised voice sounded in his mind: “Huh? Phantom Sir isn’t looking anymore?”

“This will be my first full impression of you. Do you really want me to see you hastily dressed just to avoid this birthday party?” Chen Mo headed for the door.

Luo Xianxue fell quiet.

She had her own little thoughts.

From the start, she never understood why Chen Mo possessed her or why he was so kind.

He insisted he was just a phantom, yet he ate like a normal person, loved reading and drawing, and knew so much she didn’t.

What could such an amazing Phantom Sir possibly want from possessing her?

Luo Xianxue couldn’t figure it out, but she knew every moment with Chen Mo felt joyful.

Even in silence, reading or drawing together, the loneliness that once clung to her vanished completely.

But phantoms always leave.

She knew this, confirmed on the one day Chen Mo hadn’t come—he’d possessed someone else.

Luo Xianxue feared he might never return. Wouldn’t the next host be better than her?

So she’d tried to keep him: baking strawberry-filled cookies when he was gone, drawing comics he liked, agreeing to anything, even occasionally acting spoiled.

Earlier, she’d asked Mossy Fir how to make someone like her body.

Mossy Fir suggested showing charm through clothes.

But at home, Luo Xianxue had no reason to dress up—until this birthday party. She wore an unnecessary gown just for him, hoping Phantom Sir might stay longer if he saw her pretty side.

After gathering courage to hint at it, she now felt a trace of regret.

While she dwelled on this, Chen Mo entered the elevator. Spotting a girl with a long ponytail inside, he gave a polite smile and texted Luo Xianxue: “You’ve always been beautiful.”

First impressions meant little to Chen Mo. Possessing Luo Xianxue, he partly stepped into her role.

Even in a mirror, it was just a shell—the real Luo Xianxue wasn’t this body.

Expressions and aura were the soul of a person.

Maybe he’d meet the true Luo Xianxue someday. With this system, hitting 100 affection points should let him take a girl back to reality, right?

But Chen Mo’s motivation was simply raising a daughter.

He put his phone away, ending the topic. Following Luo Xianxue’s directions, he found her second brother, Luo Yi.

Only one person wore a white suit—impossible to miss.

To Chen Mo’s surprise, Li Yansheng stood beside Luo Yi, chatting happily. He hadn’t asked the butler to follow; how did Li Yansheng get here?

Then Luo Xianxue’s voice turned timid: “Phantom Sir, the man behind my second brother is my dad. He’s so scary.”

Who calls their own father scary?

Chen Mo smiled wryly but said nothing. Under everyone’s gaze, he deliberately slowed his steps.

Luo Xianxue knew he couldn’t speak, so she silently shared tips on dealing with Luo Nuo Yan in his mind.

Chen Mo finally understood why she’d become so timid.

She feared her father so much she avoided eye contact.

He was her blood father—tigers don’t eat their young. What could he truly do?

Changing Luo Xianxue required fixing her mindset first.

Amidst the crowd’s attention, Luo Xianxue approached Luo Yi and handed him a gift box. “Happy birthday.”

Chen Mo forced a smile, his voice flat.

He wasn’t an actor, but this matched Luo Xianxue’s usual demeanor—just colder, pushing people away.

Luo Yi took the box, smiling back. “Thanks for the gift, Xianxue.”

Li Yansheng, standing nearby, perked up at the sight of Luo Xianxue, straightening his back instantly.

*That’s the aloof Lady!*

Chen Mo turned to Luo Nuo Yan, studying him while searching for words.

How should he greet him? Luo Xianxue would want a cool, distant nod.

But Chen Mo really didn’t want to call anyone “Dad.”

Luo Nuo Yan watched him too, hesitating as if wanting to speak.

Father and daughter fell into a silent standoff.

Finally, Chen Mo looked away first. “Good evening.”

His tone was equally cold, his smile strained, though he added a slight nod—more than he’d given Luo Yi.

He then stepped forward to slip away and explore.

But as he moved, Luo Nuo Yan cleared his throat lightly.

Chen Mo stopped, pulling his foot back, and met his gaze calmly.