It was a peaceful afternoon at CEO Kien’s house. He was focused on organizing important business documents in his home office, carefully stacking them in neat piles. The air was quiet — too quiet.
Meanwhile, mischievous little Lala tiptoed into the room, curious about the crisp, white papers scattered on the table. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Just a little peek,” she whispered to herself.
One paper turned into two, then five. Soon, Lala began folding them into airplanes, boats, and odd little shapes. She giggled softly, completely absorbed in her paper creations. Bits of paper floated in the air like confetti as she let her imagination run wild.
Suddenly, CEO Kien returned to the room with a cup of tea — and froze in place. His once-neatly stacked documents were now everywhere! Paper boats floated in his fishbowl, paper planes were stuck on the ceiling fan, and one important contract was now a crumpled “hat” on Lala’s head.
He blinked in disbelief, trying to find the right words.
“Lala… what happened here?!”
Lala looked up, wide-eyed but grinning. “I made art, Uncle Kien! Isn’t it pretty?”
Kien couldn’t help but chuckle, even as he sighed. “It’s… definitely something,” he said, trying not to smile too much.
He sat beside her and picked up a paper frog. “Next time, how about we use drawing paper and leave the business papers alone?”
Lala nodded sheepishly. “Okay… but can we still make more hats?”
Kien laughed and gently ruffled her hair. “Of course. But maybe after I finish cleaning this up.”
That day, even amid the mess, Kien realized that Lala’s playful spirit brought a special kind of joy that no business deal ever could.
